#if Damian did already die tho so…

[rubydubydoo122]

Hmm… Damian and Bruce tracking down an animal trafficking ring. Damian seeing the horrific things these animals have been put through. Damian finding out the boss lives somewhere in Crime Alley. Damian cornering the boss on a balcony, Jason is on the roof across from the building and sees the boss fall.

And then he sees Batman drop in, and a bout of Deja Vu hits him like a hurricane, watching Damian shocked and Bruce accusing Damian of killing the boss. And then Jason swing over, sits on the balcony and says, “He won’t believe you.” He then takes off his helmet and looks to Bruce, “I was watching from the roof over. Robin didn’t push him. He spooked him, he slipped.” He then looks back to Damian, “He’ll never trust us. Just don’t run halfway across the world to your mom because of it.”

Teehee I just thought that would be a silly little thing to happen

[rad-batson]

Headcanons of Tim and Damian’s Love/Hate/But-Mostly-Begrudging-Love Relationship (They’re My Babies)

They will take EVERY opportunity to be a little bitch to one another

Tim: “Don’t get too close to me. You probably have rabies.” Damian: *actually bites him*

Damian tripped Tim once, which started an all out prank war that lasted several months. It only ended when Bruce walked into a glue trap and couldn’t reach his phone to call for help. But he couldn’t figure out who put it there so they were both grounded. (It was Tim.)

Tim teaches Damian to finish his vine references when Bruce tells them they need to “bond.” They proceed to try and speak in exclusively vine references and TikTok sounds during patrol. Bruce benches them for his own sanity.

Damian: “I’m not touching you” *gets pushed down the stairs*

Tim: “I’m not in your room” *gets hit in the face with a book*

Tim calls Damian short even tho he’s only like two inches taller for quite a bit of time (and Damian never hears the end of it after Tim’s growth spurt)

Family Game Night could go in one of two ways: they’re opponents and spend the whole night one-upping each other OR they team up and wipe the floor with everyone else’s pieces

Damian: “Just trust me.” Tim: *remembering that one time Damian tried to kill him* “Okay.”

Tim: “Don’t ask questions.” Damian: *recalling the multiple genocidal Tim variants* “Whatever.”

During one Wayne Gala, they make up this game called Freestyle Checkers where they choose guests as their “pieces” then subtly manipulate them into walking to their opponent’s side of the ballroom without talking to someone from the other team or they’re out. No one can know that they’re part of a game or their opponent wins by default.

Bruce is proud of them at first for being more sociable during galas until he realizes what’s going on and immediately loses five years from his lifespan.

Both have attempted to fake their deaths to get out of the same school project

They’re both notorious for stalking people to get information instead of just…ya know…asking like a normal person. So they’re bound to team up one day.

Like maybe it’s Bruce’s birthday soon and both are like “No, I’m getting him the better present,” but then they run into each other in the vents trying to find out what he wants and they end up trading secrets. Just brotherly things

Tim: “I need you to follow this guy for me. I think he’s our culprit.” Damian: “I would rather die than take orders from you.” Tim: “I’ll buy you that fancy oil painting kit you want.” Damian: *already changing into his Robin gear* “Where is he?”

Tim makes Damian play the dumb, helpless kid in all of their covert operations, which pisses Damian off until he gets so good at it that he uses it to his advantage and annoys the hell out of Tim when they’re paired up for public appearances

“God, he’s so annoying.” “Yeah, totally.” “What the fuck did you say about my brother?”

Damian is the only person who can get Tim to actually sleep for once. No one knows how he does it, but the strongest theory so far is blackmail

Tim “I’m ignoring Bruce’s instructions because they failed the vibe check” Drake and Damian “I can totally do this mission that requires four people on my own” Wayne teaming up behind Bruce’s back and immediately getting into deep shit but somehow making it out alive with the bad guys behind bars.

During one of said missions, they thought they were going to die and said “I love you” to one another. After they survived, they silently agreed to never mention it again.

Damian gifts Tim a new board that he designed for his birthday. It took weeks. Tim cries

[gonnalosemydougdimmadomedamnmind]

It's literally impossible to read bat fanfiction because it's all based off those ridiculous fanon tropes that spread like crazy and people take as fucking biblical!!!!! Dick was never a jerk to Jason when he was Robin- they got along because Dick is mature as hell and in one retelling- Jason was a jerk to him!! And when he came back as Red Hood he had literally not a single damn reason to treat Dick like shit! Not a damn one! But he did, didn't he? Cause he's the fucking asshole! How dare you make Dick grovel towards that bastard! Dick has only ever tried to help him! Reached out during his Batman run, over and over! Also- Dick never put Jason in Arkham with Joker just a few cells down???? What the fuck! The Joker and all those other fuckers had been broken out of Arkham by Black Mask already for like the whole run??? Jason went to Arkham after losing to Dick, and Gordon put him in there because One he fucking deserved it, Two the literal circumstances?? And at that point!! Arkham was fucking rehabilitated itself!! By Dick!!! Because Bruce had him go undercover there for real, and Dick was actually tortured there before he got out!! So Dick put in the work to get that shit in order to actually help people!!

Dick never chose Damian over Tim- Tim refused to engage with him over his grief, shut him out, and left of his own devices! He never told Dick his suspicions on why Bruce was alive, never! And Tim is not the one to bring Bruce back either, there's a whole team at that point! Dick learns Bruce is alive through tossing his 'dead' body into a pit and the body comes to life as a zombie. Tim didn't tell him shit! Tim is also not a little crybaby- Damian cutting his line was a fucking blip on the page, he was momentarily shocked, that was it! He put Damian on his Hit List, which is why Damian cut his line. And his first attempt at "murder" is just pushing Tim off the dinosaur statue in the cave, he didn't go all assassin on him! Also Dick wasn't even there the first incident and wasn't told about the second incident. Alfred is the one who gave Damian Robin and Dick accepted him because he saw that Damian needed help! He needed guidance! He didn't fucking fire Tim the way Bruce fired him, and fuck all of you for thinking that Tim or Jason or fucking anyone has more right over Robin than Dick Fucking Grayson! He tried to promote Tim and Tim walked off. How dare yall make Dick fucking grovel towards that bastard!!!

Jason did try to kill all three of them!! Why does everyone just gloss over that like what the fuck??? Why does he get a pass for every shitty thing he's done??? "Bad writing" stfu this is the same dude that without hesitation kills random criminals, people who deal drugs, do you know how many random ass people deal drugs??? Jason doesn't give a single shit about being his own type of hero or saving Gotham his own way, nor do the people think of him as their savior!! Are you people fucking delusional?? I saw a post that said citizens would trust Jason over CASS and I cannot Believe the hallucinations yall are seeing???

It is literally downright impossible to find fics about Dick or Damian or Cass or fucking any of them that doesn't include these literal bullshit fanon takes!!! It's impossible!!! This fandom sucks!!!! You don't even need to go buy the comics, all these popular takes have been debunked right here on tumblr!!!! Also Dick can do literally everything!! He's hypercompetent as hell, die mad about it!! Jason doesn't like Wonder Woman???? Where the fuck did that come from??? Wayne Family Adventures is not real!!! Those people could not BE more out of character!!! Look at Bruce for crying out loud!!! Yall know that man ain't act like that!

Edit: leaving this here in case anyone wonders what my hot take is towards this question I was asked: "have you considered tho, that fanon is more fun..."

Well of course fanon is more fun if you're a fan of Jason or Tim. Fanon actively caters towards those two pasty white boys. Fanon actively shits on Dick and Damian though. And for Dick? He literally never did that shit! It is all made up! It's literal character assassination?? But by the fans?? And for Damian? He was 10!!! He grew up as an assassin! He was actively trying to grow with Dick's help! How can yall see him as the bad guy?? And not the literal bad guy, (Jason), and the 17 teen year old who literally fought him back btw, (Tim), like old boy did not act victimized the way you people portray. And Jesus for Cass? Cass is just a prop in fanon. So what exactly about this should be fun to me? Like seriously.

[we-ezer]

Ciel & Tim Twins AU

So this is the 2nd post for this AU and I wanna add on to the beginning of their story.

When Ciel is first reborn into the DC universe, he is suspicious of his twin brother. He's already had one fuck up his life once and he won't let it happen again. Luckily, this world operates on merit rather than order of birth. Ciel makes himself indispensable to his parents, continually impressing them and overshadowing Tim so that he won't be left behind as a spare again. Then, Ciel starts noticing that Tim is slipping away in the middle of the night. He follows him and finds out he has been taking pictures of Batman and figured out his secret identity. This finally bonds the boys together with their shared secret and Ciel relaxes his guard.

Although they have very different hobbies, they always make time to solve cold cases together for fun. Tim tries sharing his hobbies with Ciel (laughing when Ciel has terrible coordination on a skateboard and keeps busting his knees up) and Ciel shares his occult books with Tim (who doesn't really understand any of it but knows it's probably good knowledge to have). They both play chess together, but Tim is huge into technology while Ciel prefers classic literature. Eventually, Tim starts sparring with Ciel in hopes that exercise will help improve his brother's terrible physical condition. Ciel uses a fencing saber in their duels and practices his marksmanship at the gun range (dragging Tim along even tho "Batman doesn't like guns").

When their parents die, Ciel transforms Drake Industries into Funtom Toy Company once again. He donates to many children's charities and becomes as big a philanthropist name as Bruce Wayne with his success. Because Ciel knows Bruce is Batman, he knows Brucie is a persona and uses his own sweet persona (like from Weston Arc) to snipe at each other where nobody else but people who know them well can tell.

Post-Red Hood, Tim is kidnapped by the Joker. Ciel finds him and shoots him. Ciel was already a strange figure to the rest of the Wayne household, always distant with everyone except his brother, but now they start considering him a rogue-in-the-making. Tim is adamant that his brother was only trying to protect him and Jason is just glad the clown is gone, no matter if the kid who did it is a bit sadistic. Damian has always been a bit wary of Ciel, even if he always reasoned he's just the weak version of Drake.

[disillusioneddanny]

Okay okay DPXDC idea!!!

Danny has been acting strange for weeks. Damian, being the attentive and loving boyfriend that he is has decided that it’s up to him to find out what’s wrong with the half ghost. For weeks he spends his time stalking his boyfriend, taking him as best as he can when he can. When he isn’t following Danny behind his back, Damian is doing everything to spoil his boyfriend and make sure that he’s happy.

It’s not working tho! He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. Usually he’s an amazing boyfriend but no matter what he does, it just seems as though the ghost king is restless. Danny isn’t sleeping, he’s floating through the halls of their house at all hours of the night. It’s as though the halfa is looking for something. But what? What the hell is Danny looking for? Why isn’t he happy?

One night on patrol, Damian mentions it to his brothers, not sure what else he could do to take care of his boyfriend. He’s usually so good at this. Why isn’t it working?

“His death day is coming up, right?” Todd questions.

“Yes. It will have been ten years since his accident. We have already made plans for what we are going to do to commemorate the event. Why?”

“When it’s my death day I always like to go to my gravestone. I know I’m not there anymore. But it soothes the pits and I dunno the weeks before my death day I get restless.”

“We’ve been together for five years now, Todd. He has never behaved like this in his death day before.”

“I don’t fucking know dude. Maybe since it’s the ten year anniversary it’s striking something in him. Does he have a grave he can visit?”

“No. He never fully died. And he was never buried.”

“Why don’t we hold him a funeral and give him a grave?”

So that’s what the BatFam does! They decide to hold a funeral on Danny’s death day. It’s really more like a memorial service and it’s pretty morbid. But the grin on Danny’s face as his friends and family all take the time to tell their favorite Danny stories makes Damian feel as though he’s the best boyfriend in the world. Manson and Foley both give tear jerking speeches about the day Danny died and how it had hurt them. But that they had also were so proud of the halfa and how far he had come since then.

After the eulogies Damian’s brothers all decide to throw Danny into a casket and bury him, just so the guy can get the full experience. Danny finds it absolutely hilarious and also cathartic as hell. Danny floats out of the casket to find a headstone with his birthday and death day on it. He immediately bursts into tears and pulled Damian into his arms.

“I didn’t realize how empty I felt for so long,” he whispered, face pressed against Damian’s chest. “As fucked up and morbid as this was, it was what I needed. No one ever grieved my death except me. My parents didn’t even grieve, they just wanted to experiment on me.”

“Danny, I grieve your death every single day,” Damian said, running fingers through his beloveds hair. “Every day I think about what you missed out on in life, I grieve the childhood that you lost. I grieve the parents who disowned you. I know for a fact that Manson and Foley grieved, you heard their speeches. Watching you die did a number on them and is something that still effects them. Just remember, though, you are still here and with us.”

Danny pulled back and kisses Damian, effectively embarrassing his boyfriend in front of his friends and family. The vigilante absolutely hated any kind of public displays of affection. “Thank you.”

Every death day after that, Danny and Damian find themselves in the cemetery in front of his gravestone. After a few years, Danny finally finds the courage to tell Damian the full story of how he died. Damian had a rough idea but no one had ever mentioned the full story as to how it happened. It may be fucked up and morbid, but the peace that Danny feels is more important to Damian than any kind of discomfort that he would ever feel.

[b0nes-mcgee]

It’s time for music headcanons with the batfam, bc if I don’t get this out of my head and onto page, I’m going to implode.

Fave first, Dick is definitely a indie pop/indie rock kinda boy. Not just because I identify with that, but also bc he gives me those overly energetic, bubbly vibes, that I feel like only come from Grouplove, Vampire Weekend, and Adam Melchor. I also feel like he’s a Mitski and Boygenius kinda bitch, bc ough, boY, he has angst. Said angst can only be expressed through sad girl music, bc he will die before he ever expresses his feelings about anything to anyone.

NEXT we have Jason, I think he’s an emo ass boy, ngl, but specifically like folk punk. He listened to twin sized mattress one time, broke down crying, and hasn’t looked back. Also things like The Mountain Goats, PUP, or Modern Baseball. Ugh, I could make a whole ass playlist for this boy. If he’s with other ppl, I think he’d play something more mainstream of the emo genres, like Arctic Monkeys or The Strokes.

DAMIAN, I THINK, IS COMPLICATED. So, for one thing, he grew up in a weirdo environment, where they probably never listened to music, and if they did, it was “”tasteful”” music, for rich ppl. That, or it was culturally significant. So, I think I’m his exposure to music after moving in with Bruce, he started just absorbing absolutely all the music he could. Like, he’s an everything enjoyer. His spotify liked songs are a minefield, bc one second it’ll be playing Chet Baker, next it’s Viagra Boys, then some country shit, then Chopin, and then it’s Lil Nas X.

BABS, I think, would be a folk music/sad girl music enthusiast. She really likes Ryan Adams, Phoebe Bridgers, Hoizer, Mitski, etc. It’s something that she and Dick bonded over when they first started dating. I think with her, she appreciates the calm/slightly sad music bc she lives in a rlly crazy world, and she just wants to meditate a little when she’s sitting at that desk all day, trying to keep her family and friends alive.

Timmyyyyyy is a Kpop enjoyer. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. Specifically, he probably likes SEVENTEEN or ATEEZ a lot. He actively tries, every day of his life, to not stan any of the members, but it’s rlly hard when he’s had two hours of sleep in the past week, and Yoon was just really cute in that last interview. I also think he’s really into trap and pop. He knows all the lyrics to every recent song on the top 100 list.

Duke, I think is really into R&B. I think he’s amenable to pop/rock/rap, etc., but he really just wants something to belt out. Common occurrences are finding him in the kitchen, making an omelette, singing Amy Winehouse at the top of his lungs. If u catch him doing it tho, he gets rlly shy. His guilty pleasure is theatre music. He has to bribe his family to go see Little Shop of Horrors with him.

Stephanie has a 2000s-2010s pop addiction. Anything that makes her feel like Hannah Montana is her SHIT. She’s out here blasting Bubblegum Bitch and early Taylor Swift. You also can and will find her crying to sad One Direction songs. When she’s moody, she will unironically play My Chemical Romance. She understands pop punk a lil bit, but the lyrics tend to get male-manipulator-y, so she sticks with the bands she already knows.

Alfred likes 50s/60s jazz/pop. Frank Sinatra, Chet Baker, etc. It reminds him of home, and of his family. He also really likes old French music, like Joe Dassin. I’m ngl, I don’t know old music enough to add more to this one, but u get the idea 😭

BRUCE. Ugh. He’s definitely the kind of dad who never moved past the music of his childhood. He firmly believes that the Beatles is the best band of all time, and no one can convince him otherwise. I think he tends to gravitate towards the rock/goth end of 70s/80s music, so things like the Cure, New Order, maybe a lil bit of Siouxsie and the Banshees. His goth phase was INTENSE, Alfred can attest to this.

Edit: HOLY SHIT I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT CASS 😭😭😭

Ok, Cass is defo a similar situation to Damian, grew up with literally silence, so music is a super new thing to her. But I think she really enjoys all kinds of genres. I think that especially instrumentals get her, bc it’s just noises that she can focus on, no lyrics to distract her from the sound. I think she also likes to “sing” along to said instrumentals, but mostly it’s just making noises to the same beat and sound, but it’s very off-key.

[rezonan]

Would the Bat-Clan/Family really be better off without Bruce?

You know. I often hear the critism that Batman raises child soliders or whatever and I happily.... Agree, I mean it's obviously what they are. Kid vigilantes are something that should have become extinct in comics since the 70s but DC kept them. I don't really care cause I love them so much and I don't like to push realism into comics in a world where aliens exist and vigilantes actually work as a method to bring Peace.

What I'm hear to argue about was that Bruce was probably a GOOD(kinda?) thing for them honestly. So let's imagine a world where Batman faced with the opportunity to take in any of these kids as Vigilantes and give them training and tech/supplies refuses or just ignores them or just never even meets them.

You have

Dick - who tried to hunt down Tony Zucco by himself

Barbara - had gone out as Batgirl on her own

Jason - lived on the streets in Gotham, we meet him trying to steal Batman's tires.

Tim - followed Batman and Robin around with a camera for years before being Robin

Damian and Cassandra - both trained assassins since birth

Stephanie - was already already a vigilante before Batman took her in and is the daughter of Cluemaster

Duke - was a member of the Robins gang that tried to keep the piece during Batman's absence.

Leaving out Batwoman and Huntress because I have yet to read through thier stuff(forgive me). Will get there eventually though

Right of the Bat(Pun intended)

Dick is likely dead, let's be real. No 10 to 13 year old is taking down a small gang of criminals without training outside acrobatics. In some versions even his father who had the same exact training plus actual muscle couldn't take them down.

Jason is a 50/50 there is a big chance that he becomes either another criminal in the endless see of early Gotham or a vigilante protecting crime alley and die eventually either way. Sadly there's a bug chance he becomes one of those faceless mooks Bruce punches every now and then. You could argue this is a better fate than his time as Robin and Red Hood but I disagree

Tim probably has the best ending here. He could literally just stop following Batman and have a completely normal life. That or he dies eventually following Batman around.

Barbara has police self defense training and is insanely smart. I actually genuinely think there is a solid chance she survives her time as a vigilante if she plays it safe and picks her battles. Heck if she survives long enough she could even hook up with Huntress or something.

Damian if Bruce rejected him and with no Dick in this world. Not only doesn't become a Robin but either goed back with his mother to satu with the league or becomes a sorta frank Castle style vigilante trying to prove himself to his father.

Cassandra is interesting. Not exactly sure but I think she has a chance to be picked up by some other hero out there that or she straight up gets found by her dad or mom. But if this was a connected world kind thing she probably gets picked up by Huntress and Barbara maybe?

Stephanie imo doesn't last particularly long without sufficient training. Good chance of her dying in a similar way to war games actually (god I hate that story). Again if you see this as a whole world, she probably gets picked up by Huntress and Barbara too.

Duke unless he gets his metahuman ability is pretty surely gonna die eventually. I know the least about him so not much to say here.

I'm incredibly open to arguments against my opinions tho. But I genuinely think Bruce did more good than bad here. Especially with Dick. Who while being dead would never be able to reform Damian or help Bruce chill out during those early years. To talk about how his death would affect stuff like the titans and the wider DC universe.

Damn maybe the guys who say he's the heart of the DC universe have a point.

[fancyfade]

damian: 2,4, 6, 8. babs and cass: 2, 4,6 , 8 , 11

2 Favorite canon thing about this character?

ahhh this one is gonna be so hard to think of. I mean in like all 3 cases it's "their personality" but XD Trying to get more specific than that

Damian: the gradual-ness of his character arc and how realistic his reaction to suddenly being asked to change how he does everything is written. Damian changes his behavior (no longer killing people) long before he changes his beliefs (it's OK to kill some people). We also see how he understandably cares about saving civilians long before he cares about preserving villains lives which makes sense both from a 'duh' perspective and from a 'logically damian would be raised to believe that he's saving the world' perspective.

I also like the general rough edges his character has, like even long after he's become very conventionally 'moral' I guess (like in Robin: Son of batman where he's like undeniably heroic and trying to make up for every bad thing he did) he still doesn't come across as super conventionally 'nice'.

Babs:

Her self isolation and bad-decision making tendencies have me captivated.

ok /j but :P I love how independent she is and how she responds to trauma and how we see her incredibly reluctant to reach out to people around her. I love when she approaches problems from a nexus of control even though she would hate it if people approached her problems from that POV.

She's a fun character who often does make missteps in her personal relationships but nevertheless always tries to correct them

Cassandra:

Cass I love her perfectionism and the way she approaches her problems. even though I mentioned in Damian's answer that I loved how gradual his character arc and un-learning assassin stuff was, I also love how sudden Cass leaving Cain was*. It works completely for her characterization.

Then the way she approaches her problem (of having killed someone) is completely all-in cass-y. Cass is trying to grapple with what she did as a child (and I saw some really convincing meta about how the guilt she felt from killing the guy was not necessarily due to seeing his pain, as she'd seen pain before, but due to not understanding his death, i'll dig it up soon: EDIT FOUND IT (link)). Her thing is very simple: she killed someone so she deserves to die. She won't kill herself, but she has very little regard for her own life and is perfectly fine going out saving people. and the way she approaches her guilt pre her Shiva arc often goes from a kind of projecting on people I think (where she projects her own guilt on the guy she breaks out of death row when the mother of his victim approaches her, she gives him back to go to his death, she returns a kid to her mom who is exploiting for her talents rather than her criminal father who loves her) and then when she's dealt with her own guilt she can address people in a way that does not quite have that specter of guilt hanging over her.

*tho important note: I don't think that Cass leaving Cain was her character arc, it's a backstory detail

4: f you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I would put them all in a well-adapted live action movie so more people know about them :P Unless this is like straight up drop them into an already existing fictional universe, it's unclear. Like I like thinking of a 'Batfam as Jedi' AU for one tumblr post for example, but I don't really care enough about 'characters in alternate universe' to need to see it in a fully developed story. A lot of what makes them unique and fun is specific to the universe.

6 What’s something you have in common with this character?

Babs: Self isolation. Also wheelchair using :P

Damian and Cass: General perfectionism

8 What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Damian: Either uwu baby-ifying him so whichever fave can take care of him and protect him at the expense of his canonical competence or acting like he's a terrible person and any time DC writes character assassination for him it was IC because he's always a terrible person.

Cass: forgetting she exists, having her there to just prop up Tim or Jason (Jason ???????), diminishing her competence to prop up some batboy and act like they can easily 'hack' her abilities.

Babs: babsgirl stuff. also people who remember with perfect clarity every jerk thing she hdid and use it against her t osay she's a terrible person (instead of just like. a realistic person with flaws) but conveniently ignore when their favorite batboy did similar things, oftentimes without even trying to make amends.

11 Would you date this character? (just babs and cass)

I would not date either of them sorry ladies. I love you but i'm already mentally ill I don't need more people's issues and emotional constipation

ty for asks! Asks from here (link)

[littleeyesofpallas]

I know ive said it once already but goddamn these covers. Just spectacular.

Anyway.... 3 issues in begin to brush up against the faintest beginnings of the downfall... We open on some indistinct flashback of Damian training with Talia in a desert before a massive monolith. We get these gorgeous illustrations for the fairytale like legend of "The Grim Soldier."

A tragedy about Farhad I Parethes and Aleasa torn apart by the curse of an unnamed witch, clearly drawn in the Orgham matriarch's attire. He fights a demon called the Asher, like the Orghams dust, and defeats it with the blessing of a sun god, Maera. But the sun that kills the demon kills his love and so he curses the gods and dies in protest.

There appear to be no meaningful references in any of these name choices that I could spot.... Which seems a little weird to be honest, so I dont trust that I didnt miss something. I did stumble into a claim that Azmer as an "islamic" name means "like a lion" and the Azmer illustrated for the myth has a distinctly lion face. But I found on corroborating source on that etymology, and the site that made the claim was one of those shitty baby name databases. So i dont really trust that at all, but it is a weird conincidence. I guess theres some off chance that someone googled "lion names" and somethinf like "islamic names" and came across the same bullshit entry.

Anyway, I find it funny that there is a little note on the last spread, "with apologies to Toppi" as a nod to the obvious Sergio Toppi influence. I cant tell if that was supposed to have made it into the final print or if that was a personal doodle/note from the artist.

Oh but we get this sort of weird footnote that while this fable might be thematically relevent its morals are outdated and so its conclusion in this parallel can yet be changed. Talia very overtly calls Bruce her Grim Soldier at a later point to really hammer home this idea that while the Orgham witch and the Grim Soldier as Batman may be locked in a comparable battle, Talia's role as Aleasa wont be to die in vain. This leaves the sole question of whom the sun god Maera is in all this...

Back to the present: Batman briefly revisits his anxiety attack thing, beats up some hospitalized thug to trace a lead back to Talia via an anubis emblem that conveniently mirrors the bat coaster we saw last issue with Harvey. I dont remember if this icon has actually ve used with the League of Assassins before.... It is sort of confusing given the iconography already in play. He tussles with Talia and random ninjas before realizing he's being distracted so he wont thwart the League's attempt to assassinate Arzen Orgham on his yacht. Oh and here where we got the hard confirmation that Prince Arzen Orgham and his mother Queen Dariah Orgham are in fact ruling monarchs of Svatstral. Moreover its established that thekr ties to Gotham land ownership is apparently a matter of very public record???? Which again seems to squander the sort of historic mystery of how this legacy was passed on from tgeir old ways unto gotham.

And then Ubu shows up to kill Arzen while Batman tries to get there in time to stop the assassination...

Not a super eventful issue but the Toppi tribute art really carries things, even tho the myth it illustratra is a little inane and contrived.

[gabbynyssa]

I would go for Duke as the main character and adapt a very different take on We Are Robin but narratively learn from Spider-Verse for the older Robins showing up to help and such.

Janky broke hobo Robin? Jason.

Badass loner girl? Steph even has a hood over a mask with big eyes already. (Plz don't crowbar in an ill fitting romance here tho it's like... The one thing that Spider-Verse loses me on tbh, like... there can be awkward teen attempt because that's relatable, but *sighs*)

The next set are trickier tho, as like... Babs in the clocktower is an obvious choice for Aunt May setting and vibes-wise, but the exact parallels start to break down.

Dark and windswept retro guy with a corny vibe? Nightwing

Overqualified adorable gremlin that could be a bit too much irl?(Peni) Damian?

Which leaves comedy relief for the Reddest of Robins (actually they'll all do comedy relief but so do all the spiders I just wanted to be silly about Tim being where I don't have a good fit)

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But obviously you don't go beat for beat and have them show up in those orders and do the same arcs, they're just a model to learn from, and it's important that Duke has at least three of the comics We Are Robin gang(they can also be functionally the "family" aspect of the story for Duke, so it wouldn't be more cast) with him so it's not about just Duke learning to be an individual hero but about how he got into making a team unprepared because someone needed to for Gotham while Batman was out of the picture and the ex-robins were handling international missions. Kinda like... while he's capable of making it work and these people inspired and helped where they could, they have to actually be prepared for all that Gotham can throw at them.

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I'd probably also skip the temptation to have a Robin death at the beginning and instead have Bruce Wayne die to the villain. Batman could be covering for one of Duke's friends while all Duke can do is watch. Bruce gives his trademark Bat-smirk to Duke when he sees that Duke helped his friend stay hidden and says something like "it's okay, kid, Gotham's always got people like you looking out for it, why do you think I always have a Robin under my wing?"

And in the narrative place of Prowler death scene I'd probably have the same friend get an injury that benches them, as that's gonna be a reflection of Duke not knowing what to do as a leader and feel like it's his fault for bringing them into harms way but like... Gotham already is harms way, what he did was give the team hope, which is what Robins do, they just didn't have the training, gear or strategy.

I'm not gonna lie I've been pondering for the last 30 minutes or so on what a good animated Robin movie would look like and Im kinda coming up blank I'm even getting stumped on which Robin the movie would focus on and outside of that what story should be the main focus

[mandysxmuses]

🖤 jemand and damian main

attractiveness:

oh my god is that a fucking gremlin? / repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / if I find someone who's into mold, I won't call you, I'll just get them institutionalized since they clearly need it / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / can't lie tho, in another universe where you did literally nothing to me, would find you considerably hotter and tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / boy you really just wake up and live like that? points for confidence I guess / but if you have no confidence you don't deserve any / 'cause oh my god what the fuck / awkwaaaaaard / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting, in the sort of way most people would consider a horrific train crash interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / I hope he's anxious all the time, and no amount of therapy can cure it, lmaoooo / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable haha remember when Todd thought he could trust you? Lmaaaaoooo not saying I told him so, I'm just very strongly implying it, LMAOOOOO / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / he has to be flexible, to have his head stuck up that far his own ass

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much who does this over a petty insult what a manchild / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i still hate them so much but at least thinking of him makes me laugh because I CALLED IT I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BITE TODD IN THE ASS LMAOOOOOO .. why does he miss you again?? btw?? ew / they don't deserve to forget what they did to me / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

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Steel Sharpens Steel - Damian Wayne/Reader

Paring: Older!Batman!Damian/Amazon!Reader

Tags: overstimulation, cunnilingus (f receiving), afab reader, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, age difference kink, reader is actually thousands of years old tho dw ;)

Word Count: 5400

Request, from PSYCHO_17 on Ao3: “I would love a scenario where a Wondergirl reader (a demigoddess) ad Damian are married for many years and that maybe Damian starts to get insecure bc of comments from his family/friends, where they point out that she’ll outlive him. Then this causes him conflict, thinking that the time will come when the reader will no longer want to be with him/that he’ll die and leave her alone. Hopefully something angsty and soft, but a little perverted, and it ends with the reader telling him she’s pregnant.”

Notes: hiiii!! had some time this week to shoot out a fic, so here you go <3 i know very little about Amazons, so anything lore-wise mentioned in here is either something i googled or a thing i vaguely remembered. don’t trust me too much on the Amazon front lol. i did my best to do more smut than angst or fluff, but they’re definitely in there!! enjoy~

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Damian’s palm went flat against your forearm, and for reasons he couldn’t voice, a shiver coiled up his spine at the silkiness of your skin.

Without hesitation, you took the opening. Ten years ago, Damian may have been able to survive the following attacks, but Amazons were made for individual combat like this. You—the woman across from him—were made from battleground mud, bullet-holed with a thousand bootprints. A simple sparring match on the mats in your home gym wasn’t even a warmup for you. Fighting you was just a way to polish his skills, but his ego was bruised a little more each time. Steel sharpening steel.

That’s what he’d call it, that little shiver he got when your softer flesh met his calloused tan. His ego was deflating. He was just a little sour about losing to you each time, that was all. At forty, Damian was wise enough to accept that bruising with grace, and didn’t usually take it too personally, even if loss wasn’t something he was used to. You had more than two thousand years on him, even if you didn’t look like it. Two thousand years of vicious training and politics. Two thousand years without wrinkles, without age, without time. Damian wet his lips with his tongue, knocked back by a particularly harsh strike.

“Ah!” You winced, slapping your hands over your mouth. “Damian, are you okay? I didn’t mean to hit you that hard, gods, your poor face—”

“Distracted,” Damian grit, blinking away the panging under his cheekbone. “You were moving on instinct. It’s okay.”

He caught his breath, shoulders rising and falling with every labored gasp. Your hands jumped up to squeeze them, fingers gauzy from the wrappings you both used while sparring, sweatless. Cursing in Greek, you tapped his jaw so he’d turn it and Damian obeyed, shamefully watching you out of the corner of his eye. Something flared in his chest. Not embarrassment from losing or meekness from being cared for—something darker, something deeper. You weren’t even out of breath. Here he was, a feeble mortal with scars and wrinkles, tended to by a girl who could’ve just started college. He liked that difference. He didn’t know why.

Your lips just barely glimpsed the epicenter of the forming bruise. “I’m so sorry… Do you want to be done?”

Damian’s mind examined the question like a computer’s processor would. You’d started sparring only a few minutes ago, and Damian was behind on the workout regime that kept him in shape as Batman… But another few minutes with you in your skimpy sparring clothes could end dangerously. His thoughts were dark enough already.

“Yes,” he submitted, “I’ll shower.” You traipsed to the side to go fetch him ice, and, knowing you, Damian caught your wrist and ordered, “It was an accident. Don’t worry over it.”

Frowning, you turned your hand over in his wrist and held his, clean and without any of the ancientness hidden in your eyes. “I should know better—should control myself better. Are you really alright?”

Damian sighed. Again, he licked his lip, tasting the skin he’d cracked and split on patrol the night prior. He moved to cup the small of your back, but crucially hesitated. Reading his mind, you pressed your chests together and kissed him sweetly, lips plump and warm against his. Both of your hands crept into his hair, catching on the barely-there slips of silver by his ears. Damian’s palm flinched on your back, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t mind. You didn’t even care, about the taste or the silver or—or the difference.

“I-I’m fine,” Damian said, feeling filthy. To make his point, he gave your side a teasing pinch, “I trust you.”

You choose to stay quiet as Damian slunk off to the showers. He only realized how much his back ached until the cold water bore down on him, tested and trialed by patrol. The suit usually supported his artificial spine just fine, but tonight had irked it, making him feel twitchy and uncomfortable. It sat between his shoulders like a strip of hot iron, tearing against his muscles. Talia had saved his life with it years ago, but had used it as a conduit to control Damian’s body—until Richard and Father had saved him. Now, it existed to mock his mortality. When Damian rotted, nothing would remain but the metal parts holding him together. Every day, he became more like his father in that sense.

So he had two immortal parts: his spine, and his wife.

Damian did his best not to replay the reminder your fellow Amazons had left you with on your last mission, but he had nothing else to think about as he washed his hair. Artemis had been trying to be considerate when she pulled you aside, but her warning stung as sharply as her ax did:

Are you prepared to outlive him, Y/N?

Damian couldn’t help but reflect that question back onto himself. Would I ever be able to leave her behind?

When the Amazons retreated to Themyscira and hid, they earned a deathless existence. Maybe that was why they honored battle so deeply—it was the only thing that could take them from this world, and therefore the only thing that made it worth living. Damian had seen first-hand what agelessness can do to a person. His grandfather had rotted from the inside out, dying long before his body had. He worried about you often for that reason. Maybe he thought too much of himself, but he wondered if he was your reason for living forever; your battle-death. Or maybe he just wanted to be.

With that memory came others. Without meaning to, Damian fell down a rabbit hole in his computer-like mind, reviewing all similar evidence. (To support what conclusion, he was too lost to say).

He remembered Thanksgiving. His family had grown so large in recent years that even the massive dining table couldn’t contain the entire Wayne population, so Dick’s and Tim’s children (Damian’s nieces and nephews) were kept at another table. But when he looked down his own, the youngest face at the adult table was yours. Ironically, you were even older than Alfred. Damian wasn’t the only one to notice. His sister Helena, having been around Amazons the least, doubled back constantly to scrutinize you. It filled him with a peculiar, repulsive ache.

Not at you. Your beauty and youth hardly disgusted him. If anything, it was how very not disgusted he was laying next to you that put that feeling in his chest. And Helena’s eyes, trying to hide their concern.

He remembered your conversation with Diana on the Watchtower. While it was hard to understand why Bruce would be friends with cheery Superman, Damian immediately drew a line between the reserved pin of Diana’s shoulders to his Father’s restlessness. She’d lost Steve Trevor a long time ago, but she still floated warnings around your head. I ask you, out of simple curiosity, she’d told you, is loving him now worth the suffering his death will bring?

If Damian was analyzing the Amazon, he’d say that it was a question for herself moreso than you. Had loving Trevor been worth it, even if his death had killed her? He knew that Diana hadn’t been dissuading you from marrying Damian, just warning you, but his paranoia had wrapped around his chest and squeezed mercilessly.

...Until you answered: Of course it is. Of course he is. Is that even a question, Diana?

And then that thing around his chest had pulled even tighter, because it confirmed that this wasn’t some silly fear lurking alone in Damian’s mind. You knew you would outlive him someday. As warm as he felt knowing you would stay with him, his blood drained knowing that, if that’s how things ended, you would suffer either way.

(There was still time. You could still get out. Maybe you could recover from him in the fifty, forty years he had left, and when his time came, the shovel might not dig as deeply. There was still time.)

It was Damian who was the problem. He acknowledged this with bitter self-pity, then ripped himself out of his train of thought to finish showering.

When he emerged, you were waiting for him with ice and reading a book. You stood, occupied with the text, and instinctively passed him the ice. “Bed?” You asked over the edge of the page, smiling.

Damian grunted a yes, letting you take the lead and float down the hall toward your shared room. He trudged along by comparison, but something lifted inside him when he noticed the pajamas you were wearing. You were cutely tucked up in one of his sweaters, playing with one sleeve as you walked. He noted your lack of bra (there were no bras on Themyscira, so you rarely wore them), and followed the line of your spine down to the soft curve of your ass in your underwear. Damian’s neck whipped up and his eyes snapped shut. He shuffled after you, ashamed enough to forget you were married.

“I apologize for keeping you up,” he said, to have something to say. Being Batman made it so he was most active at night, and lately you’d starting sharing his schedule in order to spend more time with him. Going to bed at four AM, like now, was routine.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder, took in his red ears, and cooly shrugged.

“This nightly schedule of ours has made me nostalgic,” you told him, “when I was new to Themyscira—” (not, when I was a girl, because you’d technically never been), “—I was taught astronomy, and in the summers we would become nocturnal to study the constellations. We would sleep during the day and stay up all night. It was liberating, and peaceful.”

You bumped open the bedroom door with your hip, again drawing Damian’s eye. You kept it, smiling at him, “And I don’t need to sleep, my love. I do it to spend time with you.”

“Oh,” Damian said, even if he knew that already.

He reminded himself of your otherworldliness as he got ready for bed, hammering it into his mind to make it stick. You’d never been a child, not in this body at least. Only one Amazon had been carved from clay. The others were the reincarnated souls of women felled by men, who then crawled out of the coasts of Themyscira, reborn. The memories of your past life had faded with age, which Damian was content with - he didn’t want your entire existence to hinge on the abuse of one man, as his did. You were thousands of years old. You weren’t fresh from university, thrown into a marriage with a man twenty years your senior. You weren’t naive, either - or innocent.

Damian dragged off his robe and threw it on the nearest chair. He heard you inhale deeply through your nose, but otherwise ignored it, slipping his boxers over his hips and trying not to strain his back. When he moved to find a shirt to wear with it, a playful hand closed the drawer before he could find one.

“Why not sleep without a shirt tonight?” You grinned, tongue catching on your canine. “It might get too warm with all the blankets we have, and I wouldn’t want you getting hot… and sweaty… and worked up…”

Damian threw you a deadpanned look. “Funny.”

When he went to open the drawer again, you slid in front of it, pinning yourself between him and the dresser. The open collar of his sweater fell down to expose more of your shoulder, and according to the warmth flourishing in Damian’s gut, the empty canvas begged to be kissed. You blinked up at him through your lashes, calculating your next move.

Damian uttered your name in warning.

“Mr. Wayne,” you replied, evenly. Something flashed in your eyes when he spoke your name. “...Don’t think I didn’t notice how you stared at me… admired me, when we sparred. You don’t get distracted, yet you took a hit because you weren’t paying attention. Care to explain?”

Damian blanched. Any blood left in his face drained away when your foot traced up the side of his leg, opening your thighs and drawing him closer by the back of his knees. He wouldn’t let himself be enticed further in - this time, something about it felt wrong.

“Rough patrol,” Damian sighed. “Now, off. I’m too tired for this, beloved.���

Your face melted from its seductive pedestal to a low, empathetic sweetness. Standing on both feet again, you drew your hands from his arms to his shoulders, frowning. For some reason, it was this that made his cock twitch in his pants. He was a sucker for your gentleness.

“Okay,” you relented, “But can I at least help with your back? I can tell it’s been bothering you.” Both hands raised, you wiggled your fingers at him, “I gave the best back rubs on the island, Damian.”

Damian rolled over the outcomes in his mind, but your hands were too tempting to resist. “Fine.”

He said it grouchily, and trudged over to the bed with a similar attitude, but still, you warmly snuggled up behind him when Damian sat down on his side of the bed. Two men-slaying arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him back into you. A soft cheek pressed into his aching shoulder, kissing it with feather-light brushes of your lips. Every pucker made Damian dizzy. Ra’s would be ashamed - you softened him so easily.

Your hands appreciated his stomach and ribs while your mouth wandered his shoulders, nuzzling and kissing him to gauge where he was wound most tightly. A sweet, placating method, but one that made Damian’s toes curl. Before your hands migrated to his back, they lingered low on his chest. He dove head-first into a daydream of your smaller, equally deadly fingers pumping saliva along his aching cock, thumbing the tip, bringing it to your soft, wet lips -

Damian was thankful to be facing away from you. The twinge in his boxers was quickly a full-on erection, and he shuffled around it pitifully. His fingers were numb with mortification, but he had to hide it from you - how despicable was he, having fantasies about his youthful wife…

Kissing the base of his skull and completely unaware of his situation (or were you?), your hands fluttered across his ribs and smoothed over the tan, marred skin of his back, gradually applying pressure as you came closer to the knots that Gotham had put in his muscles. Damian sighed. He grated his mind with clean, antiseptic thoughts. The Lasso of Truth had pain-nulling properties. Maybe the reason Diana wielded it was because she lacked this healing power herself, unlike the other Amazons - unlike you, with your sweet nothings and your balming hands. He felt the pad of your thumb trace a whipping scar on his back. If he followed the feeling into a peaceful, blank mind, it felt like it evaporated under your touch.

“My beautiful husband,” you murmured, framing his artificial spine with your hands, “I’m enchanted by every part of you.”

Every part of you, you said, literally touching the ugliest pieces of his body. Damian shivered. It didn’t help how clear your voice sounded in comparison to his, light and lilting.

The pressure his back had been putting on his spine ebbed away with every press, and soon, Damian was almost lazing against you, sighing and muffling moans. You were incredible. He had to brace his hands on the edge of the bed to keep himself upright. Moving them made him realize that he’d been digging his nails into the back of his wrist, and the sudden relief only added to your ministrations.

The warm lips butterflying across his shoulders paused, pulled back, and then gingerly, sweetly began to float across the metal bones of his spine.

Damian’s eyes flew shut. A high sound left his throat, and you giggled, reading it for what it was. He ducked his head, shivering from head to toe. He was harder than he’d ever been in his entire life - and it was disgusting, disgusting of him, but somehow also not. His wife was young and sexy and perfect, and Damian wanted to fuck her senseless because of it.

The tips of your fingers, satisfied with how loose and relaxed he was, lifted to trace the line of his deltoid. Lust surged through him like electrified adrenaline, and in one movement, he’d whirled up, turned around, thrown you onto your back and dragged you down the bed by your ankles. You squealed in the most un-Amazon-like way, and the sound turned the heat in Damian’s stomach from a sizzle to a scorch.

He pulled until your legs hung off the bed and rutted his hips between your legs, making you yelp and laugh. When Damian pinned you beneath him, your chest met at the ribs, your noses bumped at the tips, your hips locked together - everything was a perfect fit. You were smaller than him in all the right ways. When he tilted his head and devoured your lips with open-mouthed kisses, one of his hands neatly cinched around your wrists. He swallowed your muffled whine and cupped the back of your neck, surging your lips together.

“Little tease,” he snarled, just inches from your face, “making me feel like a damn creep. You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be an Amazon if I wasn’t perceptive,” you simpered, breathless, and the way you crossed your ankles around his back shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did.

Damian dropped your head back onto the sheets without ceremony, slithering lower to suck and marr the clean, scarless skin. The Amazon healing factor made you a clean slate regardless of how many wounds you sustained, but just for now, Damian was going to mark you as his. With his free hand, he shoved his shirt up over your breasts and swirled his tongue around the closest nipple, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of the other. Instantly, your hips rolled up into his, and Damian slammed his back down with so much enthusiasm that it pinned yours in place. Your helpless moan pours into his core like liquid lust. Fuck.

He quite literally rips off your underwear, shredding the skimpy fabric in one hand and tossing it over his shoulder. Gods, you gasp, which is the first time Damian feels your wrists fight his grip. He considers it - your hands all over him, thumbing his scars, dragging your nails down his back, and drops them with a final squeeze. Two invincible hands sear into his hair and pull him up for more intense, breathy kissing. Damian rewards his sound decision-making by taking his newly freed fingers and cupping both of your tits, sloppily kissing them and your belly on his way down.

“D-Damian!’ You whine at the loss of his bulge between your legs, but you’re quickly soothed.

Snapping his hands under your knees, he forces them down on your chest until you’re spread and open for him, just how Damian likes. You clearly love it, since your grip squeezes over his own and the hand from before guides his head between your trembling legs. Damian makes his introduction with a blatant, claiming lick, tonguing your cunt from top to bottom. You scream - voice torn and wanting. He’s too good to need his hands. There’s a burn in his scalp from your hold on his hair and his back burns being bent over this way, but both are nothing but a meek outline to the tall shadow of lust hanging over him.

Sucking your clit into his mouth, he revels in your taste, slurping and licking like it's the first luxury he's had in months. Your moan carries into others like a single note in a whole song of them, shooting higher or ducking lower in pitch depending on how Damian applies his skills. He likes it most when words try and fall out of your gasps, since you're too deep in pleasure to even speak. Damian must look nothing short of murderous. You toss and bob your head in desperation, but go slack when you meet his eyes, like the look is just as pleasurable as the tongue inside you.

This part of your sexual ritual is not new. Damian loves it, sure, but more often than not oral is the only sex you partake in. Amazons are more fertile than usual (something about divine femininity from their patron goddesses), so a condom and birth control only help the risk so much.

That's what's shining in Damian's eyes - he has no plans to use a condom tonight.

You cum hard, curling your ankles around Damian's ears and panting. He keeps going, and going, obscenely swallowing down your orgasm, bent over you to the point of discomfort. His nose insists against your clit as his tongue curls into your entrance, getting you ready for him. Both hands clamping down on your thighs slide lower, finding their thickest part and squeezing the skin there. Damian ends his attack with a filthy kiss to your sensitive core, making you hoarsely moan.

He stands. You watch him, balanced on your elbows, throat exposed and panting. Your slick rolls down his neck and shines on his lips and nose, which Damian purposefully and seductively licks off. His blown eyes drill into yours as he regains his breath.

Damian slides off his boxers. You further spread your legs, inviting him in, and neither of you mention the condom.

His kiss is patient, this time, absorbing and loving. Your breath hitches when the warmth of his cock grazes your inner thigh, and Damian's next kiss comes with a dirty smile. Big, possessive hands palm and knead your sides. His nose nuzzles into your cheek, finding your lips with his eyes closed. Damian purrs after every one. There's no need to talk, or explain, or worry - for the two of you, these moments are few and short, so you take them in like the sun in winter.

Damian kneels on the bed. You draw your thighs around his waist, making him hum in approval. He covers your form with his, broad and protective, and you exchange warm stares as he settles into place. Damian's eyes are soft and glitter with hard-earned wisdom. You cup his cheek, and Damian takes it as an invitation to press a deep, lasting kiss to your forehead.

“Will you have me?” He asks.

“Always. Forever.” You answer, and for just this one moment, the lie doesn't sting.

Damian spits into his hand, brow furrowing at the graceless method (to which you giggle), and spreads it over himself. Your eager eyes only made him harder. Going a thousand years without knowing what a dick even looked like made you a little bit more than curious, so he lets you do the honors, feeling him in your warm hand and rubbing him against your heat. A spark of something coils in his belly at the unbridled delight on your face. Something about being the only man to ever do this with you, especially in this context, floods him with adrenaline. It's less about corrupting an Amazon and more about his wife, and his wife looking at his cock like she wants it to fill her for hours on end.

He follows the pull of your hand with his hips, jaw going slack at the perfect, velvety squeeze he's greeted with. Damian's groan harmonizes with your squeak, but you recover before he does and pull him into the first of many kisses. He starts to thrust as soon as he's able, vibrating your kisses until you're shamelessly licking each other's tongues and crying for more. Damian aims for hard instead of fast, fucking you full of him in measured, brutal thrusts. Just as he'd hoped, your hands scramble across his back and dig into his shoulders. He rewards you with even more powerful bucks of his hips, rolling the base of his cock into the plush, wet squeeze of your heat. You meet every beat with a solid clench that unravels whatever remains of Damian's mind.

“Fuck,” he hisses, drilling harder, practically shoving you further up the bed with every stroke.

The fists braced beside your head go lax, dropping and scooping up under your shoulders. You melt instantly into the embrace, welcoming Damian closer. Hugging you into the mattress, he persists, canting up your hips to meet them properly with his. Here, your soft moans are louder and more meaningful. When you gasp his name and beg him to keep going, Damian turns his face into your neck and sucks whatever skin he can get.

You feel him find some leverage against the floor, feel his back arch off your chest, and then a hand is sliding between you to stir your clit. Just the lightest touch of his thumb makes you snap your teeth together. But it's the way his touch wanders, outlining your labia, stroking where your bodies most closely meet, that's the biggest turn-on. Damian's grunts drag out into full growls the longer your orgasm eludes him, so the digit madly circling your sore clit becomes a useful tool. You can feel his expression twist into your shoulder, slack with ecstasy. He knows by now that only brutal measures can overtake an Amazon, so he's learned to enjoy executing them.

The moment you cum, Damian slides out. You whine pitifully at the sudden emptiness and clench around nothing, but allow him the needed pause, stars dancing in your vision. Another part of your ritual: Damian will torture you until just a touch would make you cum.

Pliant, you're rolled onto your elbows and knees. Immediately, you spread them low and hide your face in your arms, wracked all over with lingering electricity. Damian chuckles at your pliancy. The blunt pads of his three longest fingers push through your folds until they're good and wet, then continue the assault on your sensitive nub. His lips meet your back on instinct. Reverent and perhaps on purpose, his nose draws down the line of your spine and gives it the same treatment you gave his. Like a cat, you push up into his touch.

“Nng,” you choke, “Dam-Dami… guh, more, please Damian… please please—”

Your rocking hips must earn you some pity, because Damian finally shuffles up onto his knees, fingers never leaving your soft cunt. Now that he's going to fill you again, his pace takes a vicious turn. It pauses just long enough for him to cup his hand under your belly instead, then restarts with the same heavy vigor, twisting and twisting and twisting—

You're over the edge, again. Damian barely gives you a moment to shiver before the warm weight of his cock is inside you again, filling you up in one breath. It lurches out of your lungs in one high, weak mewl, the length of which gives you no time to get in any more air. Squeaks and yelps are fucked out of you by the hips. Every tightly coiled slam of Damian's body to yours forces you to gulp down more air, powerless against your third trial of mounting pleasure. The hand not destroying your clit holds him up on your other side, dangerously trembling. Damian's getting close. He has to be, right?

If you had to, you could definitely hold out for longer - but something about this time feels different. The lack of condom is only the start of it. Damian's mouth worships the skin it can kiss, frantic and wanting, caught between pleasuring you and taking what he wants. His hands never cease. He is everything the Amazons warned you about: a cruel, vicious mortal man, rutting into you like you're his (and he's yours), taking as he gives, seeding you like a whore. You love it.

The white in your vision edges closely into black. Your core throbs, both painfully and pleasurably, just uncomfortable enough to keep you on your toes. Every thrust feels like an orgasm of its own, throwing you forward into your arms and rolling your eyes up into your head. The sheets in your grip threaten to rip, and the crescents you press into your arm nearly bleed.

Your throat is raw from endless strings of babbling. If Damian hadn't suddenly pulled out again, making you stop, you wouldn't have even realized you were howling like that. But his fingers persist. You cum to the lewd schlick of his digits fucking your clit, and the satisfied him that purrs up your back.

Cursing in Greek, you melt into the bed without him. Just like before, you're rolled onto your back. The change in perspective lags in your orgasm-numbed brain. But soon enough, Damian’s gaze finds yours, and then your lips meet, further dragging your mind into its deepest trenches. You gasp and heave, feeling nothing but the unending pulsing of your empty core.

“How many more times do you think I can make you cum?” Damian whispers, drawing his hands down your (desperately) open thighs.

You squirm up into his hands, too weak to raise them more than an inch off the bed. The only way to answer him is with some crazed nodding. Damian's grin glows with smug heat. It's not something you see often, so you bask in it, which is when he scoops under your back and drops you into his lap.

“Last time,” he promises, kissing your chin and helping you get comfortable, “I just want you one more time. Just one more.”

You snuggle your arms around his shoulders and hide your blazing face in Damian's neck. “Please…”

Damian applies another, deeper kiss to the side of your face, and then swings around to plant his feet on the floor. Knowing he's getting his bearings to fuck you - to finish inside you - sends a happy flutter between your aching legs. You're so sensitive that just the idea of his cockhead pushing into your cunt makes you throb, so the real thing nearly brings you to tears. Both of Damian's big, warm arms collect you around your middle. You have to credit his strength, since you couldn't lift off your knees if you tried. You're rolled up, then slid back down onto several delicious inches of perfect dick.

The fullness is so hot you sob, hands scuttling across Damian's shoulders for purchase. You find his mouth in a slurred haze, tasting the mint of his toothpaste and the familiar flavor of his tongue. He pins you there with a fierce hand in your and thrusts up. It makes a satisfying smack that leaves you off-balance, and Damian doesn't wait for you to find it again - his merciless pace returns, panting and cursing and tonging into your mouth in a fury. Each snap winds you tighter, and tighter, and tighter, until you're too numb to do anything but hold him. The pressure is agonizing.

So close so close so close, you hiss, and finally cum, sobbing on his dick.

A couple haggard gasps and Damian is there with you, rolling his hips mindlessly into yours. He guides you through your fourth orgasm with a coarse, boiling moan, capturing your lips in a breath-taking kiss.

And his cum. Damian pumps his seed inside you until his tank is empty, letting himself drain into you in hot, milky throbs. At first, all you feel is his sudden stillness and a building warmth. Then he seeps out of you, dribbling down your thighs and coating your laps. You would never tell another Themysciran this, but the debauched, possessive imagery of Damian's cum leaking out of you - Damian's cum filling you - makes you love Man's world.

You hover in front of each other, gulping down air after the thorough exercise, lips just inches away. Damian surprises you by closing the gap with a sweet, meaningful kiss.

His eyes are lighter. He doesn't seem as ashamed as before. Simply put, Damian looks like he's committing the moment to memory. You find yourself doing the same. His body radiates cozy, snuggly warmth, even with his scars and skills, and the hands now cradling your head - the hands that had killed as yours had - reassure you of his love.

“...F-four times, it seems,” you answer his earlier question. Fingers stuck in place from the unreleased tension, they twitch across his back. You giggle. “I'm definitely pregnant.”

Conflict burns across Damian's face, like it always does when you mention things like that. Permanent, forever things. But this time, he's in control, and his decision has been made.

Damian pressed his thumbs into your belly and smirked. "Good."

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Middle eastern!Batsis

Requested by the mindblowing @dreamingstarlights: so I freaking love your headcanons and batfam incorrect jokes! tbh this account took my back to my days when I fangirled over the batfam! so I was wondering that if I can request a middle eastern! reader who has abandonment and commitment issues towards parental figures cause her former parents betrayed and so bruce decided to adopt her into his family. but she kinda views that all families are like her former parents so she doesn't bother with her new family but the batfam helps her...(p.1) ...just a fluffy moment between those two because I need a lot fluff in my life. lol this was probably too long but if you want to change anything, feel free to do it, love! 💞💞tbh I haven't seen much poc readers in her so I wanted to do something like that with the batfam! anyways, have a love night or day and make sure to hydrate yourself!! ♡

A/N:  This is an updated version based on constructed criticism based on Batsis backstory and so I changed it while still trying to stay true to the Request. Thanks again to @fluffykitty149 for bringing this to my attention. I am not from the middle east myself which is why I want to disclaim that things could be factually incorrect. If so, please let me know!  Enjoy <3

Okay so we’re gonna start with your back story

Your parents had raised you in a small town and for the first decade of your life you lived nice and peaceful along your family

Then the town got raided by a group of foreign villains who killed most of your neighbours and kidnapped you and other children

With your family probably dead and gone and you being kept in the grasp of power-hungry evil-doers it was safe to say the rest of your childhood wasn’t the most pleasant

But your parents have raised you to stay strong and do what you believed was right - but that was easier said than done since you were kept isolated and by yourself, only let out to train with masked men and women who never said a word and yet taught you day-by-day how to kill

How exactly Bruce comes to the middle east and to this Organisation is irrelevant, but what’s important is that you were sent on your first mission to fight him and - unbeknownst to you - distract him hoping that he’d go easy on a child like you

You don’t question it, already planning on running away the first opportunity you’d get to finally get your life back

It never goes that far tho 

Before you know it you’re tied up and ‘imprisoned’ by Batman and you realize that you’d probably die here - not knowing about Batmans morals and principles

Now of course, Bruce has experience with children raised to kill and just like he did with Damian (okay he didn’t really have a choice there) and Cass, he offers to let you go if you leave the organisation and go back to your family

Now you’re not stupid and you definitly don’t trust him, but you realised at that moment that with your family dead and everything you knew basically being replaced with tactics on how to kill, there’d be no way to live a normal life

so you refuse and make him a different offer, you’d join him in the hunt for the rest of the people who took everything from you

Bruce agrees, but only under the condition that you’d have to earn his trust before he lets you fight again. Better than nothing you supposed and a handshake sealed the deal

He takes you with him to Gotham and introduces you to his family, even though the language barrier is feelable

He offers to teach you english, but you just scoff and say you can teach it yourself via the internet

You made it your mission to never trust or be dependant on anyone again - that way them being taken from you couldn’t hurt like you knew it would

Now the thing is your new family doesn’t stand for that

they all had that experience in some way

Cassandra and Damian knows how it is to be taught that way

Jason and Steph knows how it feels to be betrayed

Dick knows how it is to loose everything you knew

The others also all had their own little version of your experience

and furthermore they all knew what it could do to you if you kept to yourself and if you’d never start trusting anyone again

And so - while your personal mission is to not trust anyone - their personal mission is to make you trust again

It starts with little things

typical siblings and family stuff

they don’t wanna make it too obvious

and when they notice that you warm up to it they drive it up a notch

then two

honestly you most likely don’t even notice it the way they do it

but before you know, you’re having gossip-afternoon-tea with Cassandra and Alfred, bookclub with Jason (and yet again Alfred), go out on Walks with Damian, shopping with Steph and Barbara, training with Dick and discord game nights with Tim

Also who knows maybe sooner or later you might actually slip and call Bruce dad (he’s so happy, but him knowing that you were still grieving for your actual family, so he told you that you didn’t have to call him your father) 

And one day - when you really trust them and when you’ve re-learnt what it really means to be a family - they’ll make you the ultimate offer

They offer you to join them on the hunt for the people who took you

But that’s not all, because Bruce had one more surprise for you

And so, one sunny afternoon he took you to a trip to a nice family house in the safer suburbs of Gotham, slightly confused you followed him to the door were he knocked and then stood to the side

Let’s just say you couldn’t believe your own eyes when you came face to face with your mother who was very-not-dead

You flew into her arms and thanked all there was that she was still alive - turned out that after you were taken she had spent years following every lead, grasping at every straw, trying to find you and immediately contacted Bruce when she recognised you on a press release

Bruce explained that all your stuff was already moved there, but that you were still part of his family and that you still had your room and your place in the manor

And after all that had happened to you, you were happy to be able to say you had two families who you loved dearly and who you had fought hard to attain

[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

[zambie-trashart]

Land of The Free and the Home of the Wayne 2

Part One

Clearing up some ages: Jon 14, Mar’i 13, Damian 17, Class 15-16 (Marinette and Adrien are both 16 tho)

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A man stepped out of a bunch of black haired boys who were standing on the front stairs and cleared his throat.

“Hello students, my name is Bruce Wayne and I will be your host for the duration of the stay. these are my sons and my granddaughter. They all felt the need to come back home for those who have dared to leave the nest.” The last remark was pointed at one boy who looked up mock hurt.

“I get it B, you want me to move out but everything is so free here,” the boy complained and another was holding hands with a woman and started laughing at his brother’s anguish.

“Jason, I think Bruce actually planned this speech,” another boy said bumping the first boy who must have been Jason in the ribs.

“Will you two shut up and let father finish his speech?” another boy pushed the other two apart.

The class just stared at all of them in wonder.

“I guess you boys deserve an introduction, these are my sons Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. This is Dick’s fiance and daughter Kory and Mar’i. Alfred would you show them around?” Bruce asked already looking just about done with this field trip.

There was another boy sitting further up the stairs looking down and playing with the sleeves of his sweater.

“Where did Master Jonathan go Master Damian?” Alfred asked the youngest boy in the group.

“I don’t know I tried to put a bell on him but then he just got distracted by it,” Damian said and the boy in the back stood up rolled his eyes and started walking down the stairs only to trip on the last one and Damian reached out and caught him the wrist without even having to look.

“Thanks Dami!” Jon said dusting himself off.

“Why am I friends with you again?” Damian asked and Jon just laughed before looking out at the class. 

“Hi, I’m Jon Kent.” Jon waved at the class and Alya just took a picture of her idol’s kid who happened to be standing right in front of her single and bashful. This could be her chance.

“Wow no one did the thing, this is an improvement from last year,” Jason said nudging Tim and then there was a squeal from the back.

“OH MY GOD YOUR MOM KNOWS SUPERMAN AND YOUR DAD KNOWS BATMAN!” someone shouted from the back. Jon covered his ears wincing slightly and Damian just glared and took Jon inside.

“You couldn’t have said nothing?” Tim asked trying to stop his ears from bleeding.

“Alright class, let’s follow Alfred to see our rooms.” The students walked inside following the butler to their assigned rooms.

Tim fell to the ground out cold and Jason just laughed pointing. Jason may or may not have put tranquilizer in his coffee that morning.

“Did Tim just die?” Mar’i asked her dad who shook his head at Jason’s behavior.

Damian and Jon started walking up the stairs toward the direction of their rooms but Jon just tugged on Damian’s arm and nodded in toward the guest room wing. Dick had just walked in and saw them sneaking off.

“If you two start spying on the class I will be... and they’re gone.” Dick just sighed.

They stood outside the first room and heard giggling.

“Jon was totally into me and Lila you’re so lucky to have Damian as a boyfriend,” one girl said and another laughed along with her.

“Oh yeah Dami made sure that our class won and I could totally talk Jon into asking you out. The chemistry was totally there right Rose?” the girl who had to be Lila asked.

“Yeah, I could feel it!” Jon’s eyes started glowing red and Damian pulled him to the next room. There were three girls in there too one was crying and the other two were comforting her.

“Come on Marinette this field trip is supposed to be fun you can’t just cry the whole time!” a blonde girl said and the other nodded along.

“I only came here to meet Jon cause I think he’s my pen pal but I didn’t know it was going to be him, I mean Alya’s obsessed with him,” Marinette said crying and Jon just wanted to go and hug the girl that he had been talking to for months but Damian shook his head and pulled him to the next room which had three boys.

“Oh please, Jon Kent came out a year ago so Alya’s crazy if she thinks that she’s going to date him. You on the other had have an actual chance,” a boy in a baseball cap said laughing.

“He’s cute though,” a boy with blonde hair started laying in his bed, “you know how I get around cute guys.”

“He’ll probably be nervous when he sees you too, you’re a model Adrien and he is kind of adorable in that nerdy sort of way but that just means that you should ask him to show you around or something,” a red-head said sketching on his bed.

“You don’t like hi...”

“No Adrien I’m dating Marc,” the red-head responded patting the other on the shoulder.

Jon stared and Damian pulled him to the next room which had three more boys.

“I bet you could ask Mar’i out, she’s like only two years younger than you dude.” 

Yeah Jon had to pull himself and Damian away from that room before either of them went explosive to protect their friend. They made it to Damian’s room before Damian grabbed a piece of paper and started writing.

“It seems like we have four missions for the duration of the field trip, do not let that kid get near Mar’i, get you a date, cheer up that Marinette girl who seems to be your pen pal, and prove a liar wrong,” Damian said and Jon nodded smiling.

“Wait what was that date part?” Jon asked blushing.

“What date part?” Damian asked back holding out his hand to signal that this was a real mission and Jon took it.

“Let’s show them how we work in the land of the free and the home of the Wayne.”

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JPS: @loveswifi @ash-amg @thatonecroc @wannajointhecrabcult @toodaloo-kangaroo @mochegato

[ectonurites]

for the character headcannons ask game, jason and cass?

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT im putting this one under a cut because it got SUPER long bc i cant shut up ever

lets start w jason

A (realistic headcanon): 

ok using the ‘realistic’ category here loosely but GOD i love the idea of Damian & Jason having interacted while Jason was staying with the League before getting dunked in the Lazarus Pit. like. this obviously would need to be set more in preboot and following the Lost Days & Batman Annual 25 version of Jason’s resurrection, but god the idea of it just makes me scream in a good way. Like... these are things Jason likely doesn’t remember very clearly once he’s brought back to life more fully by the pit because he was uh pretty catatonic, but Damian being a little kid and knowing about the boy that his mother keeps around the base, that she’s trying to help bring back to health. Damian not even knowing that’s his big brother, just that he’s a presence that shares his mother’s attention. Jason again being unresponsive but like, ok god you know that part of lost days where Talia shows the others observing him that he only fights back at those he perceives as genuine threats trying to hurt him, 

Because Jason can perceive that she’s safe, she’s not actually trying to hurt him, he trusts her because she saved him? thinking about lil child Damian who is ya know already being trained in fighting stuff and like the idea of him trying to provoke Jason just to see what happens but Jason not fighting back because on some level be it his connection to Talia or even little baby Damian visually reminding him of Bruce, he knows that Damian is safe too 🥺 

and then when Jason and Damian meet again in Gotham as Red Hood & Robin respectively, Jason not really remembering because there was so much going on back then for him, but Damian realizing that oh... that was Him

B (hilarious): 

alright so if we are looking at comics currently, in modern stuff jason is what, like 22? hes old enough to drink in the US but still definitely early 20s so around my around my age, thats what im using as a basis here. if we adjust timeline and still consider his death having happened when he was 15, that puts it around 2013. and then coming back to like interacting with people about three years later if we still kinda base things off of the preboot timeframe (since we never got a super solid retelling of the timeline of death -> resurrection -> training -> tries to get revenge aside from knowing he went to the all-caste instead of the lost days version of the story) making him reenter the regular world and stuff around age 18 in 2016. meaning a solid three years of pop culture that he was entirely missing, and like im sorry but he really doesn’t strike me as the type to bother looking into what he missed, he’s kinda busy focusing on other stuff. lets take a quick look at some major things from those years. 2013 gave us ‘what does the fox say’ and ‘the harlem shake’ . 2014 had that time U2 just put a fuckin album on everyone’s phones, The Fault In Our Stars movie came out. 2015 introduced the phrase ‘Netflix and Chill’ and the whole blue & black vs gold & white dress debate happened. imagine any of the other batkids (or even arguably roy during rhato stuff) bringing these things up and jason’s ensuing confusion. thank you for your time

C (heart-crushing): 

so. there are two specific instances from rebirth era Jason i want to bring up here and much like a lot of these it’s less a headcanon and more of an inference based on observations, but i wanna take a sec to discuss Jason’s relationship with other people’s death. early in rebirth, Tim ‘dies’ from that whole thing in detective comics. he didn’t actually die, we as readers know, but in-universe they all very much so thought he was dead. frustratingly a lot of the batfam wasn’t really shown mourning him aside from in the Detective Comics Rebirth title itself (which just. when a major character dies even if its temporary- that should have a ripple effect) BUT an exception to that is in RHATO 2016, where we get this offhanded comment in Jason’s internal monologuing

similarly later when Roy, who like, had an incredibly close relationship w Jason that had just gotten mended before Heroes in Crisis, gets fuckin murdered in that whole thing... Jason doesn’t go to his funeral either. He leaves a dramatic voice mail and then visits the grave on his own later, choosing to instead keep working on the mission they’d started rather than going and taking the time to mourn properly.

Jason’s relationship with death is incredibly complicated, obviously. He has died, he has come back, and he now is willing to cross the line most other bats won’t and will kill people when he deems it necessary. I think thats something important though- he doesn’t just like... go around killing for fun (usually, some writers preboot made him a little murder happy but even then usually this still was vaguely followed) he kills people he thinks deserved it. Like, even looking back at the mess of Morrison’s Jason during Batman & Robin 2009, Jason was still trying to bring a sense of justice with who he was killing (”punishment that fits the crime”), it wasn’t killing for the sake of killing. He sees things in this kind of almost black and white ‘people who deserve it’ and ‘people who don’t’ way, and he has no problem dealing with death when it’s with the people he thinks deserve it. 

but when someone who doesn’t in his mind ‘deserve it’ gets killed? i think he just goes into total avoidance mode. throws himself into other things he’s doing, tries not to dwell on it too much no matter how much he still thinks about it (this is especially evident in him consistently telling people “i’m fine!” after what happened to Roy, despite bringing Roy up literally like every few issues for a WHILE after he died and very clearly still struggling with it, Artemis is the only one who gets through to him on it a little bit) 

but yeah, I just think that from Jason’s relatively unique situation of having been murdered, he knows what it’s like and he is perfectly fine wishing that on people he thinks are bad and deserve it, but it crushes him to imagine the people he loves and cares about having to experience something as painful as what he went through. not to mention the whole “I came back, why do I get a second chance at all this when they, who are a much better person than I am, probably won’t” mindset we get some implications of him having 

D (canon is a coward and won’t) 

hello DC i am once again insisting a batfam member is bisexual

CASS TIME

A (realistic headcanon): 

ok so we know cass likes ballet. thats canon. however i think we also should in general explore cass experiencing other types of dance/performance as well, be it herself as a performer or even just watching. like... god imagine her & like my brain just automatically for group activities puts her with tim steph and duke but also for this in particular I feel would be a Jason embraced activity, but like them going to see a broadway show or some other professional theatre or something, and her just being enthralled by the reading of body language of the performers! like again by any point in current stuff cass does have like, the ability to speak fine (reading still hard tho) but even so I think like. okay im a theatre kid if that’s not obvious from the Everything About Me but one thing I always do after seeing a show is ya know spend dinner afterwards discussing it with whoever i saw it with.

I just think that like, bringing those people i just mentioned to the table to discuss seeing a show after would be so FASCINATING because cass would bring this whole perspective of critiquing their acting on a whole different level- not based on how well they delivered lines out loud, but by what their body language was saying as they moved on stage. like im very amused by the idea of cass getting a totally different picture in her mind about what a character’s motivations were because she was paying way more attention to what their physicality was saying vs the words that were written and how they were delivered. i think the debates her and the others would have would be EPIC there. jason defending the text as it was written adamantly and cass being like ‘ok yeah sure but thats not what they did’

B (hilarious): 

cass having no concept of money because why would she bother? is SO funny to me. like it’s not that she couldn’t be reasonable if she wanted to, but like, she knows that the Waynes are well off so it’s not something she actually needs to be concerned about, so she just goes hog wild. takes steph out to fancy dinners and makes steph order for them since cass ya know doesn’t really read the menus, and steph’s like ‘jesus christ this costs-” “don’t worry about it” “but cass-” and she just holds up one of bruce’s credit cards and steph’s still like “but you don’t even know the range-” “it is fine”

bruce does not have the heart to tell her to stop

C (heart-crushing): 

i mean this is pretty much canon but especially now after death metal where she’s remembering, not just being told by a guy using weird alternate timeline technology, that she used to be an adopted member of the Wayne family... like that hurts so bad. To look at these people who have ya know been kind to her, Bruce has still been a father-like figure to her (i mean literally from the moment they met in New 52 canon during the flashback in Batman & Robin Eternal, where he’s telling her that she’s not a monster just because of what people forced her to do.... that she’s a hero... that hug.... dad behavior), and they do to some extent treat her as family... But to then really know, to feel and remember that she was actually adopted! She was a part of their family. To look at how she’s been calling herself Orphan while working with them this whole time... that’s so heartbreaking! I have cried about this idea so much! I want so badly a conversation between her and Bruce now where he offers to officially adopt her again, I need it so bad and if it doesn’t happen at some point in the next year or two I will be so distraught.

D (canon is a coward and won’t) 

i want an in-depth exploration of cass’ relationship to her own gender. being raised without language and you know with so much of her life being independent (remember: CASS RAN AWAY AROUND THE WORLD WITHOUT REALLY KNOWING ANY SPOKEN LANGUAGE) and outside of an organized society impressing too much of gender expectations on her, i feel like the way she experiences it would be very unique! like sure she’s so far been fine with being assigned ‘girl’ (ya know that comes with batgirl, and how people just automatically treated her based on how she looks) but in terms of gender expression and like her actual relationship with ‘traditional femininity’ etc like... because of how she was raised I just think she’d have a really different perspective on it that could be cool to explore, and I think she’d fall outside of the binary after she really thinks about how she identifies.

tldr on that: she/they nb cass is what i’m getting at here