#guard!damian

[redhead-batgal]

Pretty Please can you do a part 2 to touch the sky i am very much invested

Also hope your having a good day 😊

Type: Two Shot (Part One: Here)

Pairing: Princess! Reader x Guard! Damian Wayne

AU: Royals AU And Medieval AU!

Content: Cursing, escapee princess, royal stuff, injuries, sarcasm, fights, fluffy scenes 😉, some minor angst and possible foreshadowing

Word Count: 2,691

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, K/N: Father’s name, Q/N: Mother’s name, N/n: Nickname

(I may or may not have more parts of this planned 😂)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her heart almost always on her sleeve, the crown princess of Gotham lived with her emotions vibrant and clear. While she may not always completely understand why certain emotions occurred, she knew when they did and wasn't afraid to show them. Well at least most of the time.

When it came to her guard, the princess had an unfortunate habit of never truly showing her emotions... or at least never showing the right ones.

Thick, slimy and smelly mud, you were covered nearly from head to toe in mud.

It was a tactic of sorts, to avoid being found. Found by guards, your parents, the hound dogs or even worse, being found by Damian.

You had barely made it into town when a flurry of guards raced towards its edges calling for you. While it was clear to you, they hadn't noticed you, your stomach spun and jumped, causing your already racing heart to beat faster.

All you had to do, was make it to the shelter. There you could figure out who needed the most help. However, it appeared, that whoever was leading the search knew of your plans. And because of this, you feared it was Damien.

So, not only to disguise yourself, but to make it easier to sneak around you found the nearest puddled of dirt and 'tripped' into it. It took barely five minutes for your whole body to be covered. Now, you looked more like you were a street urchin then a runaway royal.

Still, as you hunkered yourself down and hobbled across the cobblestones, something in your gut made you think it would not be enough.

You had just begun to hobble down the path when a brunette woman spotted you and swiftly made her way to your side. She cooed softly and you froze. Something out the way her brown eyes twinkled, and the curve of her smile seemed familiar. "Oh, you poor dear," The woman murmured her hands hovering over you, "why you look simply dreadful. yes, yes come this way. Let me help clean you up."

You blinked as the woman gently grabbed the cleanest part of your arm and began guiding you towards a store nearby. She hummed slightly and you began to look her over. Simple clothes, humble even, yet her face-her face seemed too elegant and- oh Oh!

"Mi- Miss Kyle?" You whispered recalling the thief Captain Wayne often asked for help from.

A cunning smile snuck onto the woman's face, and she winked at you. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks as you continued to let her pull you to the store. She opened the door, and you heard a faint ring before the two of you entered the store.

Two more woman, a blonde and a redhead were inside. The blonde perched upon the counter and the redhead sitting in a chair behind it. The blonde giggled slightly, and the redhead stood up a scowl appearing on her face.

"Kitty, what is this?"

Miss Kyle smiled before gently pulling you in front of her. She gestured to you and the blonde smiled wildly.

"A runaway princess in need of help, my dearest flower. You've heard of how she comes to town to see things. She gives money, food and she- well sometimes I've been told she's even kicked scoundrels assess."

The blonde slipped off of the counter and moved towards you. She looked you up and down, clicking her tongue as she did.

"Well Ivs, she's not wrong. This honey needs some help. I mean look at her!"

The redhead sighed before giving you a look, "You know I don't care for those things Harles. But... mud is not a good look on you your highness."

You blanched before shaking your head. Your hands flew out as you tried to wipe away the woman's comment.

"You- you don't need to call me that. Please, just call me Y/N. I wish to be treated with equal respect as you."

The redhead blinked before a sly smile appeared on her face. She walked towards you before placing a hand on your shoulder. She slid a finger under your chin, tilting your head up.

"Yes, yes we should get her cleaned up. After all, I doubt this disguise will hide you from those guards scurry out on the streets."

She turned back towards the other woman a cunning smile replacing the old one.

"Shall we girls?"

The blonde squealed with delight as she bounced towards you.

"This is gonna be so much fun! My oh my you are gonna look like a doll after we're done Y/N."

A weak smiled made its way onto your face and the three women began to surround you.

"I've always wonder what it'd be like to dress up a princess." Miss Kyle finally said, and your stomach dropped.

Oh no, what had you gotten into?

Not long later, you blinked in surprise, staring at yourself in the full-length mirror. The layered and tattered skirts tied in a knot at your hip. Bellowing white sleeves connected to an almost to short bodice, a corset clung to your ribs ending just above your belly button. Raising your hands, you watched as the hem of your shirt rise, almost showing your skin. A bandana was tied around your hair, which loosely spilled around your shoulders. Feet practically bare besides anklets covered in bells and coins and think soled shoes that seemed invisible.

"Oh- wow" You whispered, "i- i look.-"

The redhead- Ivy snorted, "Poor and unsightly?"

"Ravishing?" Miss Kyle- no Selina grinned.

"Completely different!"

"Is that a bad thing hon?" The blonde, Harley, asked batting her eyes.

You shook your head as you turned away from your own reflection.

"No, not at all. It's amazing. I look like the dancers in the books about- hmm, what was the place again?... I can't recall, I've read many books but It's- it's breathtaking to see on myself."

Selina's smile stretched across her entire face, causing her cheeks to curve. Harley beamed and Ivy shook her head, a smiled daring to be on her face.

"Well kitten, I do believe you are ready to go out now."

You blinked a few times before nodding. Moving towards your pile of sullied clothes you removed the basket. Pulling a small bag from it you dropped a few gold coins into your hand. Six at most before holding them out to Ivy. Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head taking a few steps away from you.

"No, no."

"Please, it's the least I can do. You've helped me out and I must pay for the service. It's only right."

Eyebrows narrowing Ivy glared at you crossing her arms, "Would you pay a noble?"

"Yes," You replied without hesitation, "if they had helped me as much as you have, of course I'd pay them!"

Ivy's face dropped and she sighed, her arms unfolding she reached out and took the coins from you.

"Fine, but one of us will be accompanying you around town. I cannot let anything happen to you. Wayne would lose his shit."

You nodded slowly a smile growing on your face as Harley offered a arm to you.

"Let's go!"

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

After a few hours, your pouch was severely lighter, and a smile was stuck on your face. Harley was just behind you, and you spun around to meet her gaze.

Harley's smile was falling from her face, and you looked up towards the sky before shaking your head.

"You can go you know; I'll be fine getting back to the castle from here." You remarked.

Harley raised an eyebrow, and you noted the glimmering band on her wrist. Spoils from your war against the town's poverty. She gave you a look before sighing and nodding.

"Alright. But tomorrow you must come with guards or send work. Ivs wouldn't be happy to learn you got into danger because I left you."

You nodded and Harley gave you a wave of sorts before turning and walking down the way. Looking the opposite direction, you found a path that had a descendant of houses that seemed to get more run down and rotting as the descendant deepened.

What- what if there were people who needed help down there? It looked as if it wouldn't hurt that you went to give help. Especially since you still had quite a bit of money and since there was still light out.

And guards? Well, you hadn't seen them in hours, more then likely they gave up and were just waiting for you to return home. But... but shouldn't you get home? It had been quite the day and... and well you were feeling a bit guilt to be honest.

Looking over your shoulder, you spotted a man walking up to townspeople and talking to them. Wait- wait oh no... was that- Damian?

Swallowing you noticed the person he was talking to pointing in your direction. Oh no, you, you had to go.

Hurrying down the path, you began to slide down the hill. Where- where to go, where to hide? Oh goodness if Damian found you, you were going to be in so much trouble.

You spotted a turn and hurried towards it, it ended sharply. oh no, a dead end- an alleyway? Pressing yourself against the wall you waited.

Footsteps raced passed and you let out a breath of relief. Looking back towards the end of the alley you raised an eyebrow. What were you going to do now?"

"Do you have a death wish?"

Swirling around you blinked a few times to see a familiar figure's arms wrapped around your waist.

The name slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself, "Damian?"

Damian hissed leaning in towards you, "What were you thinking? Going out without a guard and then galivanting around the slums! Did you seriously think nothing would happen?"

You swallowed as for a minute, images of blood and blades flashed through your mind. You didn't mind violence but if you- if you were the one- it- oh you couldn't, "How- how did you recognize me?"

"I will always recognize you, anywhere, anytime, anyplace."

You blinked a few times as heat flushed your cheeks, shifting in Damian's grasps you looked away from him. Gently shoving at him you shook your head.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Damian raised an eyebrow at your and shook his head a bit of smile on his face as he leaned in towards you.

"I'm going to bring you back to the palace and then you are going to receive punishment. Not only from your parents but from me, understand?"

You rolled your eyes, recognizing the teasing in his voice. Flicking his nose, you smiled. Looking towards the alleyway you noted the figures slowly descending upon the two of you.

"Oh damn." You muttered fully slipping away from Damian, "Looks like we have visitors."

"Oh, look it's a pretty rich little thing. Don't you think she should pay the toll?" One of the guys inquired looking back at his friends.

Damian sighed and pulled a sword out of its scabbard on his waist. You retrieved the dagger from a pocket in your cloak and twirled around your fingers.

"Where in the hell did you get that?"

A smile nearly jumped to your face as you remembered the disgusting man with his eyes clinging to young girls walking past shops, how he followed them, and you followed him. Light fingers snatching the nearest and loosest thing... a ruby engrained dagger.

"Let's just say I received it from a generous benefactor." Your smirked.

Damain blinked raising an eyebrow, "Is this benefactor aware you, have it?"

"Well... he might. At least by now he should be."

You grinned at him, and Damian rolled his eyes. The guys began to surround the two of you. Raising the blade, you pointed it at one of the guys. He blinked a few times, and you tilted your head in recognition.

He pointed at you his eyes going wide, "Hey! That's my dagger!"

"Oh, is it?" You replied batting your eyes as the guy got closer to you, "I hadn't noticed. Why don't I return it to you?"

The man lunged towards you, and you thrust the blade straight into his gut while swallowing. It hurt, to hurt people. Oh gods, you really didn't like it. It felt like you were stabbing yourself.

Pushing the blade's handle deeper into the guy, you were able to shove him off of his feet. Spinning around, you noted the guys surrounding Damian and you lunged forwards. Grasping at one of the guys' shoulders and bringing him down with you.

Rising to your feet, you quickly kicked the man in the face and stumbled closer to Damian.

Turning you found a man rushing towards you, flinching for a moment. Before he suddenly dropped to the ground, and you raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Behind him, Damian stares at you his eyes blazing. A growl of sorts escapes him as he storms towards you. In an instant he has you in his arms before you were suddenly thrown over his shoulder.

"We are heading back this instant. I swear you are always in constant danger."

"Back? We are heading back? Right-right now?" You squeaked.

"Yes," Damian confirmed, "we are going back so that you are not in anymore danger."

Walking down the alley you could feel the rage. bellowing from Damian and suddenly you felt his wince. Wince? Oh no... please no-

"D- Sir Wayne, are you perchance injured?"

Damian went quiet going still as well before he gently places you on the ground. Your gazes met and you raised an eyebrow. You looked him over, noticing a growing splotch on his abdomen.

"You- you're hurt..."

Something washed over you, air catching in your lungs as you grabbed his arm and pulled it over your shoulder.

"We- we need to get back... now. If-" You felt your words beginning to collide as tears built up in your throat.

"If anything happened to you-"

Your eyes began to burn, and you heard Damian intake a breath. Sniffing you shook your head, and he pulled you in closer. His heart- you could hear his heart hammering in his chest. it was almost as if you could hear it faltering.

"I'm going to fine Princess-" He mumbled as tears began to spill down your face, "Y/n, I'm going to be fine. You don't need to worry."

Sniffing more you felt your breath hiccup as your mind screamed, "But- bu- what if you're- you're wr- wrong? If- you die or a- oh gods, if you die, I'll never forgive myself- I I might even die too."

Damian went still as you felt your body shaking. He- he was going to die... and0 and it was all going to be your fault.

"Y/n, I will be fine. I've suffered worse injuries while at Demonfang."

"You what?" You seethed whirling on him.

Damian looked at you and you raised an eyebrow before sniffing as you felt your tears beginning to stop.

"Worse?"

A weak smile appeared on his face before you huffed and continued pulling him down the alleyway. Why did he have to get involved in this? Oh, gods you were never going to live this down.

Sniffing you rubbed at your eyes before shaking your head.

"Okay- okay fine. But- we, we need to get you somewhere safe."

Damian looked at you, tilting his head and he closed his eyes sighing, "We won't make it to the palace in time."

Your brow furrowed and then a thought popped into your head.

Oh no, this is definitely worse then before. Everything is so going to go wrong- no it is so wrong.

"I-," You began, "I know a place."

Damian blinked and you swallowed., still feeling your body tremble.

"Okay, lead the way." He sighed.

Nodding you began pulling him down the path. Squeezing your eyes shut you bit the inside of your cheek. Please, oh please don't let him die.

Tag List: @andromedaj2003 @thomasbeloved @instabull @zvtanna

@daemonnix96 @krswrites @thefallingstarlights @masset-fotia

[batbabydamian]

in the guard's defense, fire ants sting 😔

[hypewinter]

So far Danny was liking this new life of his. Granted he wasn't particularly fond of reincarnating as an assassin, but being the bodyguard of such a cute young lord more than made up for it.

[alexiethymia]

like father like daughter indeed

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 320

Lazarus Pits are toxic (read practically acidic) to most realms beings. The keyword being most. There are in fact two beings that are immune. 

The first is those with shadow cores, as their cores are quite literally designed to adapt and mirror the aspects of their surroundings alongside anything that may harm them. And those types of ghosts are already rare, most destabilizing when younger because they think they can adapt to something they can’t handle yet. 

The second thing? Halfas. The Pits heal those close to death but who cling to life, and Halfas? Constantly inbetween life and death, no matter what form they take. So something that would normally burn both the living and dead? Does practically nothing to them. In fact? It heals them. 

So a shadow-cored Halfa searching through the zone for a safe spot for his clone-kids to heal? Well, there’s never been a safer place. 

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 10

Danny groaned, blearily raising his head from the nest of blankets and pillows he had made in his apartment. He had smelled something strange.

Something strong enough to wake him from his sleep. Danny got up and stumbled to the front door, cursing his luck for getting a fever so soon into his interdimentional road trip.

Peering out of his open doorway he saw a little kid shivering in the cold, badly hidden behind two trash cans in the mouth of an alley. Danny didn't think twice. In fact he didn't think at all. It wasn't uncommon for an Omega to smell a child who didn't have the scent of another Omega on them and immediately claim that child as thier own, and seeing as his home dimension had exclusively Omegas...let's just say there's a lot of drama in family court and a lot of laws pertaining to this.

So of course the next thing Danny knows is that the kid was bundled up inside his very soft and comfy makeshift nest before Danny passed out.

For the next week Danny had this mysterious fever and he acted like a parent on autopilot, barely conscious as he instinctually cared for the little boy. He made them food and cut them up into tiny bits to feed his baby and if it was handfoods like pizza rolls or sandwich triangles, Danny would hold him in his arms and rock his back and forth, humming softly as his child ate.

Eventually his heat ended (note that omegas from his world don't have heats, they don't have alphas and so they don't even know what a heat is) and Danny was very surprised he has a child in his house. But he and the baby are very emotionally attached to one another. When Danny asked what the little kids name was (and man this kid was little) the kid stared at him in the way little kids do before muttering the world "Clone" followed by what sounded suspiciously like a serial number.

Danny decided, nah. His kid now. Sucks to be the bioparent cause Danny doesn't wanna share.

Somewhere in the city, the bats were freaking out. They had raided a lab and discovered not only had one of them been cloned, but the clone had escaped and no one knew where it was. Cue panicked parental frenzy.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Also got a kinda weird one but I love like chaotic possessive borderline insane nightwing when it comes to his brothers. Like cuddling Tim, Damian or Jason and saying my precious while Bruce slowly backs out of the room.

Black Mask breaks Damian's arm and without hesitation he shouts for Dick and out comes Nightwing ready to strike and end this man's whole career.

Dick who refuses to let Tim go find Bruce fuck Bruce you stay here with me and never leave.

He hunts down Jason like a dog with a bone and keeps track of everyone of his movements because his little wing will never go anywhere he doesn't know about.

Bruce who does not dare touch a Robin because big bird while come and Bruce knows nightwing will kill him.

I want nightwing like a very angry guard dog when it comes to his brothers.

I want him to sleep with his brothers surrounding him and he hears a creak in the hall and he is up standing in front of the bed with sticks that are flowing with electricity because no one will touch his brothers.

[tomboy014]

Damian: Move aside, Fenton. I need to speak with my nemesis.

Harley: For the last time, I. AM NOT. YOUR. NEMESIS!!!

Danny: Aw, c'mon, Harley. I think it's cute he has a little crush on you.

Cue Damian sputtering and incoherent as he's mercilessly teased out of the Asylum by his brothers. He can never face Harley again.

How did Danny do that?

Danny: I have siblings

[kizzer55555]

Ultimate Escape Room

Sam, Danny, and Tucker are bored. Nothing seems to be a challenge anymore. Summer vacation is coming up but they can’t agree on anything . Themepark? What’s a better roller coaster than Jack driving? Scary movie? I’m sorry, nothing beats Fright Knight’s nightmare realm. Bungie jumping? Danny can fly. Then Tucker, who’s been typing on his computer, asks “what about an escape room?”. The others are about to shut the idea down because seriously? Easy. But Tucker just grins and shows them his computer screen.

“Ever heard of Arkham?”

Danny and Sam lean over to read the description and all three turn to each other and grin. 

Now, what’s the fastest way to get into Arkham?

…

So the chaos trio do ✨something✨ that gets them locked up in Arkham and then try to escape and they keep. You know, normal stuff for Arkham inmates. Except this trio? Keep. Getting. Out. Of. Their. Cells. So they are just passing by locked up rogues and waving at them as an army of prison guards chase after them. Sure they could get out the easy way (Aka powers) but no, this is a challenge so they have the normal rules of an escape room. Aka, you can’t break anything and an extra rule where if a guard catches you, then you can’t fight back (also, no one can get hurt). (They make fake identities and everything). So they need to go through the whole process. Figure out how to unlock cuffs. Could be learning to pick a lock with a spoon/stick/long nails. Then find the keys. Possibly having to crawl through vents to get in the warden’s office. Or making deals with prison inmates. Like, I’ll get this for you if you give me that (however they extract a promise that the rogue can’t kill anyone with whatever they help them with.) So they are in prison literally doing errands like find freeze’s weapons in exchange for him telling them the passcode to the gate or something. Or getting Waylon some meat from the cafeteria and he’ll break the lock on this movable vault that has materials to make smoke bombs they can use to distract the front guards. 

These kids are just going wild and it gets to the point where Arkham has to call the bats (like no Waylon, we won’t escape with you, we have to do it without breaking any walls!) So literally the only reason they are not escaping is because they want to do it ‘right’. But they are also aiding other rogues in their escape (at least certain ones. They aren’t helping joker no matter what he offers)

It’s driving the bats mad. They have vigilantes stationed in each hall, in multiple monitor rooms.

They aren’t even using anything clever to block the cameras. They’re using mirrors. Mirrors! Where did they even get so many handheld mirrors! 

They are running circles around the bats. The escaped rogues literally aren’t doing anything yet because they want to see how the three hellions will escape the entire bat clan. They have bets going. So there is a temporary truce.

Just imagine the conversations/interrogations the bats will have with trio, trying to figure out their master plan - because surely there's something more going on than three chaos young adults playing a game, right?

They trio each have a different story. And they are so passionate/convincing actors that no one knows which story is real. At least one of them told a sob story with legitimate tears.

Danny: (all mysterious) You shall never know our master plan….until it is too late. And just casually dropping hints that there is something greater or that the bats are playing right into their hands. Even using ridiculous scenarios like yesss the ketchup explosion in the cafeteria….We are one step further….Mwa ha ha! (Rubs his hands together)

Sam: (absolutely distraught with literal tears running down her face and ruining her mascara.) There is a terrible organization holding their parents hostage. They had been framed and forced to be in Arkham. If they don’t do exactly as they are told, their loved ones are in danger! Should we stay? Should we escape and help them!? No one will believe us and what if we make things worse? We don’t know what to do!

Tucker: (takes a long slurp of a smoothie. Where he got one? No one knows). Yeah we were bored and had nothing better to do than mess with you guys. (Sluuuuurp).

The bats are trying to figure it out. Is the black haired guy telling the truth and the other two are just manipulating them? Is it the girl and the others are only following the plot of the organization? IS THE BARET KID RIGHT AND THEY’RE JUST MESSING WITH US!? WHICH STORY IS IT!?

Under normal circumstances, Sam wouldn’t give a sob story because It’s not really her vibe. But Sam has the opportunity to pull one over on a bat. Do you honestly think she won’t take a chance to mess with them? Also, Dick is the one who is interrogating Sam.

He’s crying too by the end of the story.

Poor guy, Sam will play his heart like a fiddle. 

Also, their fake identities are Jordan for Danny. Mortica for Sam (or Macey for short) and Phineas for Tucker. The fact that they are using fake identities is the only thing they all agree on in the interview. But the bats find nothing on them and the identities are so realistic they wonder if they are even fake at all. If the three are faking fake IDs to throw them off their tail from looking deeper. Apparently their ‘parents’ having a missing persons report.

Damian is interrogating Danny. It’s just so easy to rile him up and get under his skin. It’s absolute drama in that interrogation room. 

Danny: ah yessss. Master plan.

Damian: you shall never succeed! Justice shall prevail evil scum!

And Duke is interrogating Tucker. He just…has no idea how to respond to this. He wasn’t trained for this response. Hostile, yes. Mysterious, yes. Scared, yes. Civilian, yes. Even Flirtatious! YES! But not…this. What does he do? should he take out his note cards?

Also, I’m adding a mix of home alone elements to this. They have to get past the bats somehow and it can’t be lethal. Poor Jason and Steph who are patrolling the halls fall victim to most of this.

At one point, both of them are tied up together and hanging from the ceiling. While the trio just casually walk by under them. 

It’s dental floss. Really strong dental floss.

Then the bats start taking sides. 

Jason? once he hears Sam's story, he's immediately willing to help her. He and Dick are searching for that missing person's report almost religiously.

Tim believes Danny's story. part of it is because it makes the most sense, and the other part is that he's slightly biased from becoming an evil megalomaniac in every timeline he's seen so he's subconsciously trying to stop that from happening here.

Cass believes Tucker because come on, it's Cass.

Steph is siding with Tim because her father was cluemaster so same reasons.

Bruce is trying to fact check all of them and is failing desperately.

Sam added some ‘clues’ in her interrogation and basically threw the GIW under the bus as the organization. So the bats do find a shady organization but so far no missing persons so the other bats still don’t know if what Sam is saying is true or not while Dick takes this as absolute proof and Jason feels like it doesn’t matter if she’s telling the truth at this point. It’s a corrupt organization. So he’ll still blow it up.

I think in this AU, the GIW isn’t a threat and more of an annoyance so Sam just plays them up as even worse. Like, she doesn’t say anything untrue just makes it sound worse out of context. Oh yeah, they opened fire on this random kid. (Gregory when they thought he was phantom) Oh yes, they have destroyed Danny’s house at one point. (The prank war with Vlad) Yes, the have an unhealthy obsession with dissecting people. (Even though they are too incompetent to actually catch anyone).

So again, they don’t know if Sam is telling the truth of the organization or they just used this random organization to draw their attention away from the three’s plans (as Danny implied). Possibly an enemy organization or a competitor.

I know everyone makes the GIW a big threat but I decided to change it up. They aren’t a threat but still get obliterated by a pissed off Red Hood and Nightwing.

And that’s  another reason why Sam gives the sob story. Danny and Tucker are great but they wouldn’t actually sick a crime lord on the GIW. Sam? Absolutely would. She does not care what happens to them. They tore up her garden one time with a stray shot. She wants revenge. And sure, she didn’t actually know what would happen to them after the bats find out but she still doesn’t care.

And through all of this, the rogues are sitting back and eating popcorn while Joker screams bloody murder from his cell. 

[ghurab-alzilal]

Preparations

Jason: Okay, I'm going to get the wedding cake.

Damian: Excellent, while you do that I'll check on the ring bear.

Jason: Great!

Raven: ...

Raven: You both mean ring bearer, right?

Damian and Jason: ...

Raven: Look at my eyes and tell me you're not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding!

Jason: Who would bear the rings to the altar if not?

Raven: ...

Damian: Alright, then look at me in the eyes and tell me that a cute baby bear carrying our rings to the altar wouldn't be fucking adorable.

Raven, thoughtful : Well... That's sound pretty cute...

Prev?

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 17-Bodyguard

Damian had heard the whispers and rumors when he first moved to Paris. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the baker's daughter and fashion designer had been head over heels for Adrien Agreste, the model. That had been years ago. Some of their friends refused to believe she moved on from her gigantic crush. He had heard the whispers of how she babbled and froze with just a glance. How she had memorized his schedule and planned their future together. He had heard how she had fallen for him with a simple gesture of giving her his umbrella in the rain. The only thing that had ever stopped them from getting together was how blind Adrien was. He never saw Marinette was anything more than a friend and everyone knew it. That might have been true; all of it. Damian knew that Marinette no longer felt like that, if it had ever been true.

From what he observed, Adrien was the one now persuing the baker's daughter. If any of it had been true, Marinette had long moved on. Adrien was constantly trying to get her attention and would search the halls for her. If anything, the roles had reversed. Adrien Agreste now stalked Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Adrien Agreste was still 'blind' in his book. The model took zero notice how Marinette reacted to being around him. He noticed the subtle flinches when Adrien called her name from down the hall. He noticed the terror in her eyes, before putting a smile on her face to greet a friend.

Damian froze the moment he saw her.

'Marinette? What is she doing here? I thought she couldn't have a pet in the bakery. Why is she in the pet store?'

His eyes followed her as she moved away from the front and towards the middle. She was almost hidden by the shelves.

'Hamsters?'

"Marinette!" Adrien shouted, "Do you like hamsters, too?"

"Uh, sort of." she answered, weakly.

"They're amazing!" he cried back, getting closer to her and the hamsters.

Even from where Damian stood, he could see Marinette's eyes were searching for a way out; an exit. He quickly put down the giant bag of dog food and rushed over.

"There you are Marinette." he spoke, pulling her towards him.

"Damian!" Mari exclaimed, surprised.

"Did you get lost?" he asked, "I apologize for getting so busy."

"You work here?" Adrien asked, "Why?"

"I volunteer." Damian answered, "I donate to several animal charities nd I like to make sure all the equipment is up to date."

"We can go see the puppies on files now." The Wayne heir suggested, "You said you were looking for a guard dog?"

Marinette lit up quickly, realizing Damian was giving her a way out.

"I'm so glad you remembered." she smiled.

"A dog?" Adrien asked, confused, "What about the hamster?"

"Oh." Mari spoke, "Well, I do think hamsters are cute, but with how scattered brain I get, I might forget instantly. I could forget to feed it or accidentally kill it with a giant roll of fabric." causing the model to wince.

"A dog is better." Marinette stated, "Their routine would be my routine."

"But why a guard dog?" he questioned.

"Why do you have a bodyguard?" Damian asked.

"Huh?" confusing the model.

"Guard dogs keep their owners safe." the Wayne heir answered, "They are loyal to a fault and will attack, if necessary." pulling Marinette closer to him.

Marinette blushed at the closeness. She quickly placed a hand on his chest to get his attention.

"We should go look at those files." She suggested, "You mentioned....training and I wan to make sure they are trained before university."

"Of course." Damian replied, leading Marinette to the back room and away from Adrien's prying eyes.

Damian picked up a radio to give the other workers a warning about Agreste. On the security cameras, he watched as the blonde model turned away and walk out the store.

'Seemed Marinette was his only goal here.'

Marinette sighed in relief as Damian placed the radio down.

"Thank you, Damian." Marinette spoke.

He nodded his head in understanding.

"But how did you know?" Mari asked.

"You are uncomfortable with him." Damian stated.

Marinette nodded her head.

"You look scared when you hear him call out your name in school." Damian spoke, "Sometimes, you turn pale. Doesn't seem like he notices."

"I thought no one noticed." Marinette answered, with a smile, "Thank you so much."

Damian chuckled, "Now, would you actually like a guard dog?"

"I would love one," Mari sighed, "but since I still live with my parents-"

"The bakery." The Wayne heir concluded.

She nodded her head and gave a shrug. Damian went over to a drawer and pulled out some files for an adoption event taking place soon. Marinette looked at him confused.

"It would not matter if I brought another dog home. At this point, it's expected. You would just have to wait." Damian stated.

Marinette smiled happily, "Really?"

"Only if you do not mind coing over to bond with your dog." he declared.

Marinette hugged him and quickly felt him flinch.

"Sorry!" she cried, pulling away from him, "Um, I'll just look at these."

Marinette browsed over the files he had handed her. Damian could tell she was seriously considering the guard dog idea. She started by ruling out the smaller dogs, he expected someone like her to own. By the end of her selection, she had five folders left.

"What do you think, Damian?" Mari asked, "Is there any of them I should rule out?"

Damian looked over the folders. There was a Labrador, Golden Retriever, German Shepard, Doberman, and an Akita.

"Two of these would make great pets, but not guard dogs." He spoke, "I believe you should look online and learn more about them before deciding. You need to make sure you can take care of them. I don't just mean their diet and health. There are many people who return animals because they have gotten bored or because they didn't expect how much time they would have to use to train it."

Marinette smiled, "Thank you. I can tell you really care about these animals. I can let you know by the end of the week."

Mari stood up, ready to leave. She bit her lip in hesitation.

"Are you alright?" He questioned.

"Um." She began, "Nevermind. It's stupid."

"What is it?" Damian asked, "You clearly think it is important. Why do you hesitate?"

Marinette blushed, "Do you think, until I get a guard dog- Can you be my guard dog? Bodyguard! I meant bodyguard; not guard dog! At school! Keep Adrien away from me?"

Damian chuckled, "I wouldn't mind at all."

Mari lit up at his response, "Oh! I can bring you breakfast! Are there any pastries you prefer?"

"I prefer savory over sweets." he answered.

"I can make savory tarts for you." She replied.

With a nod, Marinette left the back room and quickly left the store.

'Guard dog, huh?'

Adrien looked around and spotted Marinette already at school. He couldn't wait to see her and talk to her more about hamsters. As he made his way towards her, he watched as she made her way over to Damian. To his surprise, and likely everyone's surprise, Marinette latched onto his arm. Damian didn't seem to mind and led her away.

Damian smirked as Marinette latched onto his arm. He had seen Adrien arrive and watched as Marinette quickly made her way over to him. He hadn't expected the physical contact, but after he initiated it yesterday, she likely expected it. Damian quickly led her away from prying eyes and hushed whispers. As they walked away, he leaned down to her ear.

"Woof." he barked.

He hadn't expected her to squeak, let alone blush. He chuckled as Marinette puffed up her cheeks and let go of his arm. Cheeks still flushed, she hurried into the school. Damian turned back and caught Adrien staring at them in shock. Damian sent a glare his way before following after Marinette.

TAGLIST: @maribat-calendar-events @animeweebgirl@a-star-with-a-human-name@meme991001@vixen-uchiha@abrx2002@alysrose-starchild@fandom-trapped-03@dood-space@moonlightstar64@saltymiraculer@marveldcedits20@09shell-sea09@icerosecrystal@animegirlweeb@insane-fangirl-of-everything@blueblossombliss@nickristus-dreamer@megawhitleycalderonpaganus@missmadwoman@meira-3919@princessdaisysolosyourfaves@blep-23@fangirlingfanatic@darkhinauniverse@ravenr22@im-a-satanic-ritual@ravennm84@bianca-hooks123@a-slytherinish-gryffindor@starling218

[hijinxinprogress]

Coffee addict Never sleeps Tim drake ❌ 

Solving cases in his sleep off 87 energy drinks Tim Drake ✅

The coffee addict never sleeps perpetually tired Tim Drake thing is a widely accepted headcanon however that was elementary school tim but after he stayed up for a week straight subsisting entirely on coffee to decipher the bat weekly patrol schedule and how it aligns with rogue attacks/Arkham breakouts, he crashed then when he woke up it was fucking wednesday so he missed his chance to commemorate his discovery with pictures of Robin and he decided that shit would never happen again and made himself an ‘efficient’ sleep schedule so he could run around doing fuck shit, add to his robin shrine, and stay on honor roll bc he was even more pissed to see the gotham gazette had pictures of Robin with an on site interview credited to Vicki Vale (listen bowl cut tim had a one sided beef with vicki vale that included tim judging who gets better pics of the bats but she isn’t even aware that she’s competing with a whole ass child 😭 he’s sitting at the table with a mug of orange juice and looks at the newspaper snorts and goes ‘fucking amateur I could do better’) 

Regularly unsupervised tiny businessman in training Tim ‘Ten hours of uninterrupted sleep?? That’s so inefficient not to mention fucking stupid’ Drake is so pissed he missed getting shots of Robin dropkicking a rogue from 6 six stories up (for absolutely no reason dick just thinks it’s fun) that he just takes at least 3 hour naps every eight hours 😭 he refuses to spend almost half a day sleeping ‘for no reason when he could be doing something productive’ 

And he still does this as a bat but it’s just easier to tell if he didn’t take his nap bc he has less than zero impulse control and he’s just fucking done with everything like the gcpd is terrified bc tim’s saying shit like ‘This guys a fucking moron, I could’ve done this in half the time without killing anyone fucking loser doesn’t he know if you keep them alive you can prolong the torture?’ and ‘you’re like all hysterical and for what 🤨 ‘you blew up 83% of Bristol waah’ stfu and fucking rebuild it?? It’s only rich mfs that live there, it’s just a matter of them opening their fucking wallets’ once a new recruit made the mistake of asking if robin had adult supervision regularly and Tim responded with ‘well if you’re gonna snitch to cps like a little bitch then yeah’ and that cop did snitch so tim fucking doxxed him

Yj has just accepted that sometimes they will find tim in an air vent, on the roof, in one of their closets, or something just fucking knocked out then an alarm will go off and he’ll just get up like nothing happened but for the first couple of months they were probably concerned bc ‘I’ve never seen you sleep?? wtf are you on man’ and Tim’s confused bc ‘I slept next to you this morning wdym??’ and that’s how yj discovers tim sleeps with his eyes open

But one of the worst things about Tim’s ‘time efficient sleep schedule’ nonsense is that it fucking works he’s one of the most well rested and coherent bats even after back to back Arkham breakouts however the absolute worst thing about his sleep schedule is the likelihood of going into the cave and seeing tim staring in a daze but wide eyed yet somehow never blinking at the batcomputer with 57 tabs open on top of being unresponsive and thinking he has a fucking concussion or he’s been replaced but he’s just doing case work while muttering nonsense in his fucking sleep for some reason

[cassandracain52]

Pfft. Imagine if there was a change in the guards while Stpeh's wailing on her dad.

"Hey Mike."

"Hey, Joe. What's going on in there?"

"Brown's daughter came to visit. She's beating him senseless."

"Ah."

"Is this where you tell me to stop her?"

"Eh, it's Brown. Let her have her fun."

“Eh, it’s Brown”😭😭 That guard really did not care whatsoever.(context here) Stephanie coulda killed Arthur and he woulda been like “idk he just died. Suddenly. No explanation. It’s a mystery”

real talk though, if another guard came across Stephanie “visiting” her dad, I’d imagine it wouldn’t be dissimilar to those guys outside Joker’s cell when Damian was beating him with a crowbar in Batman and Robin (2009) #13

“Nah. Screw ‘im”

[elipri]

NOT DAMIAN SAYING "THATS SO CRINGE" IN THE GERMAN DUB 😭😭😭

[ajitomiel]

Can you draw Damian as the demon head? Plis?

i cannot imagine him being happy as the demon head, so i hope he looks unhappy enough

[smoothiecas]

the street cat i nicknamed after tim drake just tried to sneak into my house when i was unlocking the door so to be fair i did bring that onto myself