#good talia al ghul

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

sorry if you don’t do or at least WANT this ur wrong and need to leave rn

[alfredpennyworththecat]

"Interesting, Ra's hummed, pacing in front of the boy, inspecting the pelt. "Well, he seems more than capable now. Doesn't he, daughter?"

"Father-" Talia hesitated.

"How much do you know about Selkies? Those who hold their pelt-" Ra's held the pelt between his hands as if he was going to tear it. Jason felt like he was going to pass out, feeling the blood drain from his face. "-control them." He went back to pacing, smoothing the pelt out. "The Selkie pelt of Bruce Wayne's boy. The leverage we could have over the detective. But... we do not need such things." Ra's tossed the wet pelt to Talia. "Find a purpose for the boy."

"You mean use him," Talia bit. Jason relaxed a bit. He felt better with Talia holding his coat, feeling the compassion from her through it as she gently folded it and held it against her stomach, the Lazarus water staining her clothes.

"I mean what I said, Talia. The boy has no purpose. Give him one. He used to be Robin. I'm sure he has some skills." With that, Ra's left, the guards haphazardly dropping Jason to the stone floor. His human form was a bit uncoordinated, having been a Selkie since being revived by the pit. He let himself just breath for a bit till he felt something drape over his shoulders. Jason looked up to find Talia placing his coat over his shoulders. He held it tight around himself, shuffling back a bit.

"I could never manipulate you like that, Jason. I took you in to help you, and I will." She thought for a second. "I recall my beloved mentioning how you adored training. And your love of books. I can provide you with both, if you wish. The League has extensive knowlegde on anything you could wish to know. All that I ask is that you play along that I am in control, so to keep you safe and not have my father grow suspicious," Talia offered.

Jason thought for a moment, still holding his pelt tightly, wishing it wasn't dripping wet so it could provide some warmth. He recalled how he felt when the Demon's Head held it. He'd do anything to not feel that again and keep his pelt safe. Hesitantly, he pulled his pelt off, offering it to Talia. She smiled gently, pushing it back against his chest.

"That won't be necessary. We will find a safe place for it. Come now, let's get you clean up," she guided, helping him up. "And I'm sure the Lazarus Pit didn't have any fish to eat." Jason gave a dark, rattled laugh, the water he inhaled still bogging down his chest. He wouldn't mind some fresh clothes and something to eat. If he recalled correctly, Bruce did enjoy his time training abroad.

not a full summary but like - Talia tossed Jason into the lazarus pit. He doesn't emerge.

Ra's goes to bathe in the pit. There's a seal pup staring at him from the glowing green waters.

Selkie AU but either the lazarus pit turns him into a selkie or he just didn't know beforehand for x reason.

The Demon's Head could not, until today, say that he had ever been assaulted by a pinniped. They'd thought the kid had just reacted badly to the Pit and disintegrated or something when they tossed him in yesterday, but evidently, it turned him into a small, fat, aquatic creature instead.

Bizarre, but it wouldn't do for Ra's to appear confused with his daughter and two of his highest-ranking personnel right there in the room with him, so kept a straight face and said something vague like, "The Pit distinguishes the masters from the meek."

The next thing to do was to wrestle the thing out of the pools like a slippery little water pig. It was fast and slick, with few handholds to get a grip on. The wretched little beast could apparently hold its breath for thirty minutes and dive deeper than even Ra's dared to without gear, so he tries to just enjoy his ablutions in the meantime, but he swears he can feel little whiskers brushing his foot every ten minutes and now he's livid.

In its next approach, the pest gets arrogant, swimming close enough to a deceptively still Ra's—he has stopped fucking breathing in preparation for this moment—and he strikes out and grips it by the blubbery scruff. Victory is short-lived, though, because seemingly in an instant the creature grasped in his wizened hand is but a soggy, heavy pelt, and a familiar runt is now thrashing loudly about the pool.

Curious. Something clicks now, in his great mind; legends of creatures who transform at will, transcending humanity (a downgrade, in this case, but he can see the intent). None of their intel had suggested any such abilities prior to his death, however... Something dormant, then, from the boy's lineage, awoken unintentionally by the sacred waters' healing.

While he was pondering, his staff had fished the boy from the waters (much easier now than with that disgusting little slug from before) and restrained him for Ra's' awaiting judgement. The boy coughed out green water and shivered violently, crazed eyes locked onto the dripping pelt in Ra's' hands.

Most interesting, little Bat, the Demon's Head thinks. Much to be done, here.

[heylosers06]

“HEYYY!! PLEASE DO AN ART WHERE YOUNG DAMIAN IS KISSING HIS MOTHER ON THE FOREHEAD!❣️ This will show how much love damian still has for his mom (I wanna see more of mother-son relationship)”

“HEYY!! PLEASE DO TALIA HOLDING LITTLE DAMIAN❣️❤️❤️ (I'd love to see them matching and fighting enemies together as a partner team🥺)”

So I got a few anonymous asks requesting some more baby Damian and Talia together and just Talia in general.

I decided to have them matching outfits because I think that’s so cute idk. Most of these outfits are actual comic outfits that I love. She’s so stylish I swear.

[psychokatrixxxy]

Batfam AU

Damian was captured by some villain, and Dick just saved him.

Nightwing: Why didn't you send a distress signal? You could have gotten hurt. What if I didn't get here in time?

Robin: tt, stop your incessant nagging, Grayson. I can handle myself. Besides, I did send out a distress signal.

Nightwing: Really, cause I didn't get it, and neither did B.

Robin, realizing something: Ah, I believe I may have alerted someone else of my capture then...

Nightwing: who-

He's cut off as a red figure barrels through the window, shattering it.

Red Hood, guns cocked as he looks around the room: Who the fuck do I need to kill?

Robin, deadpan: Impeccable timing as always, Akhi.

[spicy-apple-pie]

Damian can be so cute exes are still going to be awkward lol

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Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[somnoir]

Little star's favorite

It all started when Talia came to Gotham with a gift.

The gift in question was a twelve year old boy.

Bruce stared at the boy who was almost the exact replica of Damian if not for the blue eyes and longer hair. He looked utterly perplexed at the sight of Bruce, tilting his head before frowning at his mother with a visibly displeased look.

"Beloved, may I introduce you to Danyal, our Damian's twin brother. He was... Away... On a mission until recently." Talia hummed, a hand on Danyal's back.

"You... You didn't think to tell me about him when you told me about Damian?" Shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the boy who looked a little more like him than Talia and felt himself softening. "Hello Danyal."

"Hello."

Talia smiled, before her expression fell. "A little warning, beloved. The twins do not get along. Damian is quite the competitive child and Danyal... Well, he's the nicer one if I must say." She shrugged, running her fingers through her son's hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Go on now, Najmi As-Sagheer (my little star)."

"Ummi... Must I join them? I am perfectly fine with remaining in the league." Danyal muttered, eye twitching but his expression was quickly schooled into neutrality.

"Yes, Danyal." She sighed, "I have no intention of letting father keep you."

Bruce raised a brow at her words.

"That is a conversation for another time, habibi." Talia lazily insisted, gently pushing Danyal towards Bruce.

Bruce, for all he's lived, immediately recognized a feral cat in the form a child. Yep. Another Damian. That was seemingly the nicer one.

But he was scruffy little thing who was being called little star by his mother. Bruce blinked, offering his hand to Danyal (like how a person would do by letting a cat sniff his hand to see if they were safe).

Danyal, more twitchy and annoyed than his brother, looked at the hand like it had personally offended him.

And that is how Batman brought home another child while holding him by the scruff.

(Danny hated everyone except for Alfred—both cat and butler)

Danyal was a much quieter person compared to Damian. Unlike his brother who had practically came into their lives guns blazing and declaring that he was the rightful heir to the bat, Danyal mainly ignored them. He would glare, snarl, and scowl, but not in the way Damian did. The kid was obviously threatened by them, but more for his own safety rather than inheritance.

He avoided them like the plague, only welcoming the company of Alfred and occasionally Cass.

He didn't join in on the vigilante business, opting to stay back with Oracle and just quietly direct them on their missions. It was strange in all honesty.

They didn't know much about Danyal, aside from the fact that his mother called him little star for his natural love of space. That he liked to tinker with gadgets and make his own weapons. That he really liked fudge.

Aside from that, the kid was quiet and was usually hiding out in his room.

Tim wasn't particularly thrilled to have another demon brat in the family. He avoided Danyal as much as possible expecting for the boy to be just like his brother and attack him.

But apparently not.

It's one of those unfortunate times that Tim's sleep deprivation and overload on energy drinks gets him benched by Alfred and not Bruce. No one particularly wanted to argue with their beloved butler/grandpa so Tim was stuck in place. It was a much quieter night than usual, almost peaceful (as much as Gotham can get).

Babs was relieved of her duties to have a night off, rest and relax and such, while Tim manned the bat computer in Oracle's place. He almost didn't notice the mop of black hair that suddenly appeared beside him.

Tim didn't want to admit it, but he flinched at Danyal's presence and how he was quietly standing there with a tray of coffee and cookies. Blue eyes blinked at him, silently pushing the tray forward to offer Tim the lone cup (most likely for him) and the plate of cookies.

Suspicious, Tim narrowed his eyes. "Alfred wouldn't make me coffee after benching me for this kind of thing."

Danyal shrugged, "Made it myself. Thought you'd need it since the others will be gone for a while."

"That's poisoned."

"It's not." Danyal frowned, immediately taking the cup and taking a couple sips himself before once again offering it to Tim.

Now, Tim wasn't stupid enough to ignore the possibility of Danyal having some tolerance to poison. But Tim was also tolerant to a lot of poisons so might as well.

When taking one sip, he was already feeling weird. One, there was no poison. Two, it was actually pretty good.

Danyal just sat there and stared at the screen, munching on cookies and pointing at the screen whenever Robin started to stray from the patrol route. Tim had a lot of fun reportingtattling to Bruce about it.

Eventually, it became a routine.

Danyal always sat beside Tim. Quiet and just offering random stuff, either food, some little gadget he made, or just the most bizarre stuff he found while at school.

Tim learned many things about his weird little brother. How cameras go crazy around him. How he had his reasons for not being touched. How Danyal was more silent than Cass. How Danyal vanished and reappeared at times.

(The glowing green eyes were the most concerning.)

He never really took notice of how Danyal started to gravitate to him. Always with him, barely without.

(Tim refused to admit that he was just the same.)

"Can I go on patrol with you?" Danyal asked, tugging at his Red Robin suit with a curious look. "I wanna meet Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn."

And Tim didn't really see much of a problem with that. Danyal was a highly trained assassin that Ra's apparently trusted to go on a solo mission while Damian had to be whisked away from the league. It wasn't too absurd for Tim to just shrug and let his kid brother tag along.

He was also very sure that his baby brother was an eldritch being with how the shadows seemed to rise around him. Yeah, the baby was a cryptid amongst a family of supposed cryptids. Very fitting.

It's a nice night. With Danny running amok with Tim, clearly having fun. But that one looks of sadness didn't escape Tim when Danny paused and looked to the sky with longing.

Tim remembers how Danny rambled about the stars in their shared moments, where it's just them.

Tim remembers how Danny would describe the sky in Nanda Parbar and how he often snuck out just to see it.

Tim remembers how much his little brother likes space and turns to the cloudy sky of Gotham that hides the stars.

Tim remembers how he was often depraved of the brotherly love he wanted. How he didn't get the full experience of having an older brother.

"You okay, little star?"

Danyal snapped his head towards Tim, eyes blown wide and flashing green (he knows that wasn't normal but he ignores that in favor to the way Danyal visibly softens at the nickname).

"'m okay, akhi." Danyal muttered, following after Tim after adjusting his own hood.

And it's like his heart stops.

Yep.

Tim has had Danyal for barely a year and he was willing to throw hands with Ra's, Talia, and Bruce for him.

"C'mon, qalbi(my heart). Batburger's still open."

He barely noticed the shift after that. But others think it's a glaring change that often made them stop and stare.

Danyal went to Tim whenever he needed anything.

If Danyal wasn't in bed, you'd find him snuggled up to Tim.

Danyal hated it when people touched him... Except for Tim.

Danyal liked Tim the most.

The day Dick thought it was a good idea to call Danyal 'Danny' (a nickname that was only used by Tim and Alfred), he almost got stabbed. Well, that's where all the stabbiness went to.

Safe to say, Tim was Danny's favorite.

And Danny was Tim's.

"Drake! What have you done to my brother?!" Damian pointed a katana at Tim, who lazily glanced his way before turning back to Danny who was comfortably snuggled up to him and watching Blue while Tim scrolled on Tiktok.

"I haven't done anything to Danny, demon brat. Now shoo!" Tim's irritation could be heard from a mile away, shamelessly shooing Damian away with a flick of his wrist. Then the next second, he was combing his fingers through Danny's hair and listening to his younger brother make a purring noise.

(Another point of investigation because that is not fucking normal, Tim. Cute though!)

"I refuse to believe that Danyal would prefer you over me!"

"You're just salty that he stabs you like you stab me." Tim waved him off again, watching as Danny yawned and continued to ignore everyone else.

The click of a camera immediately alerts him and he's tugging Danny down before the much younger boy lunges at Dick.

"Woah! What's up with him?" Dick nervously asked, instinctively raising his phone above his head.

"Delete that!" Tim snarled, pulling Danny closer and guiding his brothers face to his shoulder. "You know he hates it when people take pictures without consent!"

(Tim doesn't tell them that something goes every wrong with the footage if Danny was ever in the picture.)

"Dick." Tim warned, effortlessly picking up Danny, because yes, his seemingly cryptid baby brother could become weightless, and snatched Dick's phone. Yep. Instead of Danny, there was a very strange figure, a glitching silhouette of black and green. He deletes it immediately.

Dick was pouring, "I don't have any pics of Danny—"

"Don't call me that, Richard." Danny scowled, clinging to Tim like a koala. He was strangely more child-like than Damian, muttering about annoying people who interrupted bonding time. (Dick was just forced to pout.)

"Danyal." Damian crossed his arms, scowling at Danny who was still comfortably cuddled up to Tim. "It is not appropriate to cling to Drake in such a way! You will embarrass our mother and father if you are seen acting like a petulant child!"

Tim wanted to argue that no, he wouldn't embarrass Talia and Bruce by being a kid, but Danny just grabbed a cookie from nowhere (note to self, add possible teleportation powers to cryptid baby) and shoved it into his mouth.

Danny just yawned, fixing Damian with a lazy glare.

"Tuhali, can you shut up?"

Damian stood stock still, while Jason and Bruce choked on their own spit. Jason slapping a hand over his mouth and Bruce just staring at his twins like the apocalypse was about to return.

"What did you just call me?"

Danny yawne again, "My spleen."

Tim knew what Tuhali meant. Of course he fucking knew Arabic! But to think that his cryptid baby brother was straight up calling Damian his spleen?

The spleen that Tim doesn't have.

The spleen that's important to the immune system but you can survive without it?

Tim grinned, grabbing his cryptid baby and made a run for it.

Yep.

Danny was definitely his favorite.

Credits to: @strangergraphics for the dividers used.

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason Todd babysitting baby Damian.

Jason looked around as Damian sat next to him. The little baby stared at the man with a blank stare.

Jason (rubbing Damian's chubby cheeks with his hand): Tiny baby. Precious. Soft. You are a cute baby.

Baby Damian smiled then giggled.

Jason: I can't believe you share his DNA, or her DNA or her father's DNA.

Jason booped Damian's nose making the baby giggle and cover his face.

Jason: All right, got that out my system. Let's go play in the dirt.

Jason picked up Damian and took him outside.

Jason: Battled my brother, taking care of my dad's secret son, getting paid. It's gonna be a good year.

Damian (happy): Ah!

Jason: Thank you.

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[bruciemilf]

Bruce: That’s my WIFE!!!!!!

Edit: This panel was edited By @spicy-apple-pie ^^

[mirawwis]

'why?'

[oifaaa]

Jason "Is anyone going to take care of him?" And didn't wait for an answer Todd

Absolutely not that baby was forced upon that boy his brain was 100% all about revenge at that time Talia come get your baby Jason's struggling

[abisalli]

Talia Al Ghul plss 💚

quit your job Bruce (still work shopping that one)

[kittykatninja321]

“Time travel shenanigans lead to batkids meeting a younger Bruce and they’re surprised at how not gloomy he is” except it’s Damian meeting a young, spunky, bright eyed and bushy tailed med student Talia who’s kind of impulsive and little bit naive and has a gun

[heylosers06]

Based off that one trend because this is literally her baby!!!

Ok I’ll stop drawing baby Damian because I always end up doing it???

[frownyalfred]

Imagine if Damian spent his entire childhood talking up being the “blood son” and then later found out as an adult that he really couldn’t put heavy muscle on and inherited more of his mother’s leanness rather than Bruce’s bulk.

[spicy-apple-pie]

The Al Ghuls have a family curse of falling is live with pathetic men.

Commission Info / Kofi

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Ra's is all for animal rights and animal conservation.

So I want Jason, Damain, Tim, or even Cass treating him like he is animal control. And like he runs a sanctuary.

"Hey found a tiger could you arrange a pick up?"

"552 cats. Oh good 20 minutes alright."

"Grandfather there are endangered frogs! We must do something."

"I think it's part fox I don't know? I'm not picking it up it looks like it will eat me!!! Just get here already."

"Might be a bunny, it's very soft."

Bruce who is extremely annoyed because the league is in Gotham every other day. Why is the Demons head petting a Panda and sitting at his fucking table.