#rude dami...

[autoboros]

can't believe your kissmate just intentionally exploded you smh

Unbelievable. So rude of them. Can't get over it 🙄

[saltymarshmall0w]

Danny is "in denial" about the Waynes being vigilantes

Danny is really grateful for the Waynes taking him in and all but it’s just… it’s really obvious they’re vigilantes. Do they WANT him to find out? Why?? To join their battalion?

Hell nah. He’s already got enough going on trying to keep in check the many shades in the city.

Danny simply pretends to be oblivious about the Waynes being vigilantes. That's a future Danny problem.

It turns into Kyle levels of denial, where he ends up pretending he thinks the vigilantes are actors hired by the city to cover up all the ghosts haunting Gotham.

And obviously, the city bases them on the infamously growing Wayne family. It's so sweet of the Waynes to volunteer to dress up as their character for public appearances.

Meanwhile, Bruce has banned outright telling Danny even though it's been nearly a year of him living with them. So what if Danny glows sometimes and has full conversations with invisible people in dark alleyways, everyone has their quirks! so, the Batkids have resolved to just "accidentally" leave their mask on after patrol or make tactical plans loudly about taking down Penguin's latest scheme with Danny a room over.

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“Is Dick coming to the Gala?” Danny asked as his head swiveled between his phone and the mirror as he attempted to tie his own tie. How did his mom always make it look so easy?

“No, he is going out as Batman tonight, since Father is unable to.” Damian responded. He may as well be blasé about their identities, seeing as Fenton was obviously both completely aware of their identities and completely in denial.

“Oh, man. Does that mean one of the “rouges” are going to attack the gala?” Danny asked, “It’s probably going to be that Two-face guy, huh? He hasn’t made an appearance in a while and his character arc with “Brucie” hasn’t made any progress in a while.”

“Nonsense, there is no predicting the mindset of a criminal like Two-face.” Damian ignored Danny’s disbelieving scoff as he maneuvered his newest brother to face him so he could take over the task for him, else they would be standing there all night. “Besides, Drake is in charge of security for the gala and will do an adequate job securing the venue. If you are afraid remain by my side where I can protect you.”

Damian tightened the tie around Danny's neck and stepped back to let Fenton pull his own collar down.

"That's very sweet of you, Dami." Danny reached up a hand and mussed up Damian's newly-gelled hair, garnering a growl and a shove from the boy. "But you should do normal kid things during the gala, like accidentally saying rude things to old ladies, or complaining about how bored you are, and don't forget to prank all the evil billionaires."

...

The “I told you so.” Danny brazenly mouthed to Damian later in the evening from where Two-face held a gun to his head was as infuriating as it was distressing.

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(Kyle Weston is the fanon brother of Wes Weston (also a fanon character) who’s whole thing is that he believes in conspiracy theories like Wes, but doesn’t believe in ghosts at all to Wes’s frustration.)

[corkinavoid]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason, deadpan: ...really?

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

Damian: What?

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

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

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

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

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

Cass: >:(

Danny: Okay, I'll stop. Eventually.

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

Danny: Throw a fish at them.

Bruce: ????

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

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

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

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

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

Damian: And our dignity.

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

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

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@violet-foxe

[thosewhohunger]

Tongue flicked out to taste spit and blood, uncaring of whose it was. Enamored with the copper, he merely grinned as he let the tube go. It wasn't worth fighting over, not when Tobias was going to be so rude about it. And maybe he'd manage to get a bit of coherency out of him, now that he had what he wanted.

Damian made no move to assist, rolling over on his side to watch the desperate scramble for sanity. Some were missed, either unseen or 'hidden' from his vision. Damian would pick them up later. Let Tobias calm down with this semblance of control, of picking them up and swallowing them dry. In this state, any sudden movement may lead to regrets later. After so long together, Damian knew just how far he could push just where the boundaries were even if some things weren't always discussed outright. The love-hate relationship with the drugs and the hallucinations as well wasn't one that Damian could understand, but he accepted this part. "Fine, fine, you win. Now will you tell me who's got you so riled up? I assume you've got another picked out and we're not going to wait another half a year to find someone?" he was more curious in what had brought this change of heart than he was in riling up Tobias anyway. Usually there were certain signs and waypoints. Those had been there, but without any hallmark. A lackluster killing, something they'd usually foist off in between murdering their darlings rather than the careful prepwork that'd become their trademark. A deterioration in brand was in store, one way or the other. Not something that left Damian with a pleasant feeling.

Usually, there was a lock and key scenario tucked inside the depths of what made Tobias a monster. The mask prodded the intents with an iron hand as others strove for power, while he frantically fought for control of his own mind.

" Pendejo! " Between the fangs, with growling jaws, wanting to beat his skull on the floor for this...A terrible predicament.

That was part of the aggravation that kept them together in an unsettling knotted knot. Damian was always able to go under his skin and live within the concept. Something that maintained them on the side of predators rather than prey for one another.

[◉¯]

The shift causes a flash of transition, with roles being reversed. Manic would spit in Damian's face, causing blood droplets to spray over his face with saliva. " You taste like shit. I simply want you to know that, Damian." Flicking his gaze ahead up to the other with a furious pant, brows knotted in rising annoyance, the vision of a mutant beast hanging over his head as he kept him close by wrapping his legs to his sides so he could not escape the struggle for his savior in a gelled capsule.

Ignoring them was ineffective.

They enjoyed consuming as much as flesh eaters and preferred the latter to delight in gore.

Eventually, he was able to remove the cover from his tablets. They would pour all over the place as a result of the fight before Tobias let Damian go and attempted to crawl for one of them strewn on the floor.

[i-yap]

Can I get your thoughts on a gn reader who’s dating Grayson and is like a parent figure or older sibling to Damien, so they have a soft spot for him ( so does Damien ) ?

Dick grayson x gn!y/n x platonic!Damian

this is my first time writing a gn reader so like I'm sorry if I write something stupid or offensive, just comment it and ill fix it.

if you are dating dick then damian will stalk you extensively at first. Dick is his favorite sibling ( in most comics) and if dick is serious about you, stalking is just how the batfam shows love.

He will be rude , he will be mean and sarcastic but dick warned you and you understand where dami's coming from. So you kindly and patiently deal with him and dick obviously doesn't let Dami cross the line when it comes to you.

One night dick had to rush out for a really scary mission and told you to stay at the manor because its the safest place to be.

Damian was the only other person that was left behind since the mission required everyone else on the team and bruce did not think damian was ready for such a high risk mission just yet.

so damian was really frustrated and also worried for the rest of the family. you walk past Dami's room to see him staring off in the distance while fidgeting or biting his nails. You ask alfred for a chess set ( or any other board/card game) and bring it to dami's room. While playing , he opens up about his frustrations and you patiently listen . Not a lot of people in his family are as warm and caring as you are ( maybe dick but even he is really busy)

After that night the roles are reversed. Now damian thinks dick is undeserving of you and his snarky comments are directed to him. You just find it funny while dick is left confused. "I thought he liked me more man, why the sudden switch?" " he got enlightened dickie boy muhahah" " you are mind controlling him arent you"

One-on-one time in the manor- haha dick wishes. So he tries only calling you when dami is at school or training or patrol. ofc you and dami catch on soon which means you and dami chasing him with katanas.

talking about katanas, dami loves showing you his art and his pets and if you share an interest in either of them he gets even more excited.

you and dick become dami's honorary parents. might as well adopt him since bruce and talia are obviously not doing a very good job ( in most comics) .

whenever dami is mad at bruce or simply upset or bored he comes to you and dick's apartment. You and dick are the fun warm loving couple that spend the night playing board games and watching stupid movies . you introduce him to all the major pop culture shows and movies and dick teaches him how to just dance randomly. your apartment is so different from the gloomy , filled with blood stains, fights and training manor. its filled with music and love and warm lights cooking together in funny pjs and dancing badly to pop songs.

it is watching you and dick that dami realizes what love is supposed to look like. and what a normal household looks like( sort of normal) and it affects the way he grows up. I wont be surprised if he comes to you for parents teacher meeting days or to sign his field trips or for advice on normal things

and the canon where dami is being bullied in school, while you go full on protective mode ,dick tries teaching him how to be better in social situations.

overall dami is just counting down days dick marries you and you'all unofficially adopt him.

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke: How old is Ray Al Ghul?

Ra's: It's Ra's!

Duke (holding up spray bottle): Don't care. How old is he, Queen Talia?

Talia: He's- Queen? Why, thank you!

Duke: You’re welcome! I never hold back on complimenting gorgeous people.

Damian (threatening tone, squinting his eyes angrily): Sleep with one eye open.

Talia: Dami, relax. As for my father, he won’t tell me when he was born, but it would make him roughly five hundred years old.

Duke: Daaaaamn! And he uses the pit to look like... that? And I did mean that to insult him.

Talia: Yeah, I have no idea why he chose to look the way he does, but you're handsome, Father.

Ra's (raising a club above Duke's head): Thank you, sweetie.

Talia: As for me, I’m Bruce’s age. Ra's had me late in his life.

Duke: You... you're Bruce’s age? For real? I figured you used the pit to maintain this stunning appearance, but Bruce's age? Girl, you've always looked fabulous!

Talia giggled, covering her mouth flattered by the praise.

Talia: A woman has to maintain appearanc— Father, lower the club! And Damian, put your katana back in its sheath!

Duke glanced at the two men, both ready for a fight. Damian pouted but lowered his sword, and Ra's lowered his as well, giving Duke a light smack on the back of the head.

Ra's: Kids these days are getting more brazen.

Duke (rubbing his forehead): Rude. Talia, if you’re not okay with my compliments, I can—

Talia (hugging Duke): No, no, no, you're quite alright. I know you don’t have nefarious reasons for it. You’re just a... good man. Keep it up.

Duke: I was raised well.

Damian: Sleep with one eye open, Thomas!

Duke rolled his eyes unbothered by his little brother's threats, he had dealt with worse in the Narrows.

[brawberryz]

What is that skin!?

Damian Wayne × BatSis! Reader 《Platonic!》

Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error

After asking (begging) Damian to play Fornite with you and as crazy as it sounds he accepted! (With gritted teeth but he accepted)

Instead of rotting his brain solving cases, he would rot his brain playing video games

You were getting ready to play, you accept the invitation and when the game was about to start- wait... is that Hatsune Miku!?

"What is that skin, bro?"

You said holding back laughter, you didn't think Damian was a fan of Miku, you thought he was too rude to be interested in those topics like vocaloid

"What's wrong with it?"

He said with an annoyed tone from his headphones

"Well... I mean there's nothing wrong with it but it surprises me because, well... it's you"

Damian arched an eyebrow at your answer "and what's the problem, miku is cool"

"Well I'm just saying that I didn't think you liked anime girls"

You said letting out a small laugh

"Hatsune Miku is NOT an anime girl SHE'S A VOCALOID DAMN IDIOT"

God, with that scream she could have easily broken your eardrums, how the hell did damian not tear his throat?

"Okay now I understand, although I remember having seen her in an anime.."

You said thoughtfully, from the other side damian let out a grunt as he settled into his chair

"But if we're being honest, teto is much better than miku"

"What did you say?"

Damian said with a sinister tone

"What a teto is much better than Miku"

You repeated without realizing when that was the straw that broke the camel's back, in a few seconds the door of your room was knocked down, right there was Damian with his two katanas ready to split you in two and shatter you

"Damian?"

You spoke with a scared tone while you cowered in your chair, he may be much smaller than you but damn it sometimes he was scary

"You will pay for your words"

Damian slowly approached you while you backed away in your chair

"Hey dami, this is too extreme, are we really going to fight over a fictional character?"

You tried to reason with him but nothing could calm your anger, you felt your end approaching

"It's okay do you want to hear it, I'm really sorry!"

You said, maybe if you apologized your death wouldn't be premature

"It's too late to apologize"

"What?... Wait Damian!... DAMIAN!!"

_

Bruce swore that he was going to grow more gray hair than he had if you and Damian kept doing stupid things, he was in the hospital while you rested on a stretcher

On the other side was Damian with a frown as he looked at you and his angry father

"Seriously Damian, what were you thinking when you STABBED AND BREAK YOUR SISTER'S ARM!?"

Bruce said hysterically, he thought that you two would spend some time on charity and would have a better coexistence

But it seems that they decided that it was a better idea to fight to the death

"Damian Wayne, you are grounded for hurting your sister and you will not go on patrol until I say you will go"

"WHAT!?"

The boy said angrily, you swore that Damian was about to jump on Bruce and strangle him

"While you, Miss, are also grounded and will not go on patrol until I say so"

"EH!?, it's not fair, I AM THE VICTIM!"

You said in a dramatic tone as you abruptly stood up from the stretcher

"I'm not going to discuss it anymore, you better respect your punishments"

Bruce spoke in a serious tone as he gave you and Damian a cold look

"Okay dad.."

They both said in unison letting out a sigh of defeat, maybe next time they should control themselves more...

Bonus ( *・ω・)ノ ♡~

Graphic description of how BatSis! Reader looked after Damian entered her room

[blacksea2109]

BATMAN BUY YOUR CHILD SUPPORT FOR YOUR POOR OVERWORKED WIFE 🦇👻

DPXDC

Doctor danny nightingale

The batfam jokingly adopt danny as their mom and make this Bruce problem . They go to him when they are angry or want to piss Batman off , poor danny nearly every night he found an injured vigilantes inside his apartment till he gives up and just fixed them and get them to sleep and eats , the funny part Alfred know and he helped them ( he secretly adopt danny 😉)

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( Yes, this includes you tim no more coffee for you, mister). Yes, they in the end tell danny their identities, saying that now he can't get rid of them

Poor danny trying to relax after a very long long long tiring and traumatizing day at the hospital makes a huge cup of coffee mixed with chocolate and put a silly horror comedy sitting in his super comfy couch wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts, then suddenly there are a loud sound coming from his window , and someone swearing and yup here comes his unofficial kids to make his night more tiring, he just go and get his tools ready when he get back to the couch,

A bleeding nightwing with red hood waiting for him while red Robin so rudely drinking his coffee and Robin eating his vegan dinner,

Red hood : yoo, mom , can you fix big wing here ? This stupid birdie here he shot instead of RR

Danny, with a big tired mom, sings: I really am gonna make batman buy his overdue child support, and you RR stop drinking this and go sleep

Red Robin whined: but mooom i don't wanna

Danny with Alfred famous raised eyebrow : sleep now or i am telling Alfred, Robin sweetie there are also some vegan dessert and drinks for you , now let's fix you Wing and you are grounded till you get better

Nightwing: Not fair, mom . we all know that you have a favorite child 😢

Red hood : and that is not you big bro 😂 enjoy your time being grounded hahah

Danny: Hood, you too are grounded, don't you think I don't know about you trying to kill again!

Red hood : mom not fair and you aren't against killing like B then why 🥺

Danny : I don't care about those low lives. You can kill them, but you need to stop sometimes, honey, for your own good, ok ? And I don't need more stupid ghosts to annoy me 😒

After he fixed nightwing injury , and make sure ALl of them had ate something other than COFFEE Tim it is not FOOD YOUNG MAN , and get some Sleep Tim god help me of i didn't find you in the bed sleeping instead of working or you are so grounded,

( and danny had fight Tim and forced him to eat and sleep while jason laughed at them and get scold and this time Damian laughed in their faces while smirking because he knew that he is the favorite kid here fools mom will never grounded nor scolding him no matter what he do or not do 😎, because it will go like this)

He stabbed the suspects mom (dick)

Ma baby dami "gasped" lies he is just a baby (danny)

Wtf (Duke)

Just look to his innocent face , ma baby will never do this (danny)

I had it recorded ( jason)

I don't see anything wrong. Ma baby defended himself and saved the victim. I'm so proud of him while weeping a single tear (danny)

Mom gets mindcontroled(tim) because why else We get scolded and demon brat get a cookie 🍪 😒

Batkids: I don't have a favorite, my ass 😒

Damian 😏😎

After they finally FINALLY get to sleep, danny just finished what is left of his dinner and coffee while trying to relax with his kitten dami ( of course danny don'thave a favorite kid ), a black cat with green eyes ( was a gift from Damian) , batman get inside from the same window trying to intimidating danny but

Batman growled: Stop stealing my kids from me they are mine

Danny, with his eyebrow rising while stroking his kitten, is unimpressed, pointing at batman with the anti creep stick : well well see who finally showed his face , look here you furry , it is about time you get to buy me your overdue child support

Batman: my what now!!!

Danny : Your kids, plus your father ( bruce was so betrayed here how can they even you alfie ) adopted as their mama and I tried really hard to make this stop and what did they do just showed me their faces saying: now you can't get rid of us congrats your are a mom now and look they get me a nice apron saying: best mom in the universe and a little Robin also get my this beautiful kitty i named it dami say hi

Dami, the kitty with a glare that made Damian so proud: moew

And what makes this all funny is that it was recorded as a blackmail ( thanks, oracle). bruce won't get to live this down anytime soon 😂😂

So finally, bruce accepted defeat because how can he go against Alfred!! And he maybe maybe start to find this messy haird overworked pretty doctor just so gorgeous, opps the kids are planning to make this joke becomes a reality they start operation let's get doc mom and bat dad together 🦇👻, and Alfred already started the wedding preparation and pre ordered the rings 💍 ( let's get real here he is ALFRED " I will kill you on site if you dare hurting my family " pennyworth , )

Then behold gotham, Clark " cried " I'm so happy for you bruce,

The big news now read

Bruce wayne, the beloved prince of gotham, finally gets married from a lovely scary doctor who can get you fixed so he can kill you again and again!! You better fares for your life here comes danny wayne the gorgeous deadly princess of gotham .

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Hii my little spooks i hope you like this post,

I will add more to it later on, and for my other post

Red hood wife will get more parts, and i have so many different posts that only need to get edited first, sooo fell free to add or make you own piece but credit me and send me a link or tag me i will love to read your work , have a great night or day, and don't let the cute little blob ghosts bites you 🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻🦇👻

[brucewaynesasshair]

i just watched Batman Ninja vs Yakuza League

so enjoi some comments lol (there is a lot)

"a shame. that hairstyle looked rather good on you." alfred. no.

"well, yea, of course. it's raining men, just like it always does." oh does it. interesting.

"WHAT THE HUH?" LMAO😭

WHAT IS THIS MOVIE?

LMAO the way he was talking and beating the shit out of that poor man without even looking at him😭

oh, nightwing dropped and i barked.

HAIRDO?? tim😭 (he's huge bro)

oh no princess nightwing had to get off the couch, how rude of them to do that to him

"everything's all out of whack."

"can you not see the huge island?" LMAO LOOK AT HIM UP THERE, SO TINY

idk it just feels weird hearing batman say the word "thanks"

"not exactly. this woman's dressed in a kimono."

LOL tim is SO DONE with dick and his shit😂

"fleet of foot, bari" oh my. dear god.

OMFG HE'S HERE! oh god i'm gonna faint. THE GLOW UP FROM THAT BUCKET HE HAD LAST TIME🤩

so, he just planted that bomb there b4 they had the conversation. nice

i'm glad they find it funny. i bet mr. fleet doesn't😂

"you look hungry" LMAO JASON WTF😭STEAK AND RICE

"so you're telling me the world is still out of whack?" LMAO

whose voice is that? (LMAO sorry i love memes)

THE HAND ON THE HIP, THE STANCE LMAOOO dami is so cute

lol dami you little shit

oh no the bug flew away, poor dami😭😭💔

lol he's bored as fuck

not ra's hating on california rolls😭

what in the power rangers

"mr. alfred TV" 😭

didn't know this was a musical😭

daiana throwing some shade on fish guy

oh god why is he always so damn good looking💙

DISCOWING😭😭😭😭

and he's smart🤩

OMFG THE FACE MASK AND HOOD COSTUME, CALL 911 I'M FUCKING UNWELL🥵

LOL the weatherman AGAIN

NOSE PLUGS😭

at least he didn't overreact

BRO WAS THE VENDING MACHINE😭

i know that damn voice WHO IS ITTTT

the crowbar💔

oh he has to have kryptonite. i know he does

i hate the stairs too tim, from the bottom of my soul

oh i knew he's got a kryptonite ring

lol everyone has like a few versions of themselves and then there is superman, just superman

OH NO NOT THE HAIR AGAIN😭💔

"you okay bruce?" OH STOP IT so cute

well, this movie was just what i needed, work has been shit lately this made my day😭

it'a so damn ridicoulus

[erinwantstowrite]

on the catwoman au who will be the person closest to peter ? will it still be damian ?

the dynamics are different in the Catwoman au because Peter is at the full force of his anger and hater phase, has never met the Avengers, and is extremely reckless, rude, etc. he's in the stage of Spider-Man's grief before he fully settles into Spider-Man, still torn up about Ben and the other people he's lost. (this would be about a year after he ran away).

He's Catwoman's apprentice, and she is very back and forth about her alliances- a free spirit, if you will. It leads to this sort of... stasis? Like, he still helps people, but he's also very morally grey at the moment about HOW to stop crime, who to steal from, etc. He isn't friends with the Bats at first and actually makes it a point to be rude and let them know he dislikes them, but he also doesn't try to hurt them or anything. He also isn't friends with the villains/rogues of Gotham, and is acquaintances with then at best.

I still have to work out the timeline for Catwoman AU, but atm I'm fairly sure they meet Spider-Man first, after he's already been taken in by Selina. He has a back and forth with Dami, who is in the middle of his character development, and they often have sibling fights before they even know they're siblings. (Still debating on if Bruce got lost in the timestream or not, because technically, Bruce should be lost/gone right then. Which means Tim is in Europe, Dick is Batman, etc. And I kind of don't want to write that, so it'd be an au... but it's also very important to their stories....)

It isn't until Peter starts going to school and meets Damian (and Maps, she's included in this au) that they even find out what Peter looks like outside of Spider-Man (considering that Selina knows their identities, the dynamic is strange here again). It takes a LOT of warming up to each other, far more than in LoF. Eventually, Dami and Peter are going to have the friendshio they have in LoF, and Maps is like a little sister to Peter, etc.

But they won't know that Peter is from an alternate dimension- not even Cat really knows where he came from

[breannasfluff]

“Hey, if mom calls, I was always with you, alright?” With Talia as mom, Damian and Jason. Or replace one of them with Danny.

@ithinkitstartswithk

“Hey, if Mom calls, I was always with you, alright?”

Damian blinks at his older brother, lowering the sword he was practicing with. “But you weren’t.”

“I know, but say I was.”

“But you weren’t. I have been here for the past two hours training.”

“Dami…” Jason rolls his eyes, making a big production of it. He always puts his whole body into an emotion in a way Damian never can. “It’s a training exercise.”

“Lying? To our mother?”

Jason advances on him, disarming the blade with a quick twist and tossing it away. “Yes, you little brat. It’s a requirement as a younger brother to cover for me.”

“Just because Mother adopted you in a misguided sense of duty–”

“We share a dad!”

“–Father also has a misguided sense of duty–”

“So two of your biological parents are misguided? Damn, baby bat, you lucked out, didn’t you?”

“Todd!” Damian jumps at his brother, elbowing him in the gut hard enough to get a grunt. “You are being childish!”

“Says the literal child attacking me!”

Damian’s phone rings. He disengages and does a backflip, pushing off Jason’s chest to gain distance and make it to his phone. “Hello?” it’s breathless from running.

“Damian.” It’s Mother. “Would you be able to tell me your brother’s whereabouts today?”

He makes eye contact with Jason and grins, all teeth. “He is in the Batcave begging me to lie about his location.”

“I am not begging!”

“Please put him on, son.”

Damian holds the phone out to Jason, sticking out his tongue for good measure. 

Jason makes a rude gesture before taking the phone. “Hi…Mom.” A pause. “Wha-at? No, I have no idea why you’d be contacted for a speeding ticket!” Another pause. “Well, who was I supposed to write down, B?”

Smirking, Damian goes to grab his sword and finish training. Jason can dig himself out of his own mess with their mother.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Oh, should i request it again then?

Damian pining after a male reader, its like his first big crush, its like their first patrol and damians all like "should i confess or nauh..."

Damian didn’t do feelings, or at least he liked to say he didn’t but in actuality he was raised by those who felt that emotions hindered his potential, his progress and thus installed the idea that the moment he started to feel something; he was bound to become a dead man.

So when he realised that he was developing a crush on you- a fellow vigilante- Damian knew he was a man doomed to fall upon his sword because he felt as though he needed to keep you safe, despite knowing well enough that you were capable of taking care of yourself if you managed to stay alive as long as you had.

However main couldn’t help but notice how vastly different you both were from one another. He had rough edges, a sandpaper like surface that felt like thousands of sharp teeth like fangs, he wasn’t exactly a welcoming presence to others; unlike you as you were the exact opposite of him. You were soft yet firm, strong enough to be able to give other kindness, and wielded a will power of pure iron and unyielding strength to push through any and all adversity.

A true reason for people to hope for a brighter future in comparison to him, but as Dick told him once, opposites attract and it was only natural for Damian to feel pulled towards you that he couldn’t explain. He still couldn’t explain it and it sent him mad at most times, but now that he was here with you on patrol, he couldn’t help but feel that things were becoming clear to him now as your presence tended to clear the fog within his head and help things seem clearer then before.

Now Damian faced a completely different challenge, should he confess to you of his innermost feelings, or remain true to what he was taught and keep the emotions within his chest until he -or they- died. This conflict raged even more within poor Damian as his shoulder brushes yours ever so slightly, causing his breath to hitch and his body to straighten upon instinct, all the while you only smiled at him and Damian damned his heart for speeding up at the sight of such a small thing.

‘You okay dami? You seem a little more brooding than usual.’ You said teasingly.

‘It’s nothing.’ He replied straightforward, his eyes firmly locked on the city you both swore to better, to protect and change.

You furrowed your brows, concerned. ‘Are you sure? If you don’t feel up to going on patrol with me I can always get dick to-‘

‘No.’ Damian almost shouted at the idea of having to deal with his brother talking his ear off about how he missed his opportunity to confess to you tonight, and how he’ll have to try and find another way to set you and him up on a mission. ‘I’ve just got a lot on my mind, I’m sorry if I come off as snippy or rude.’ You smiled and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing as all Damian could do was get lost within your gaze, words that he wanted to say died on his tongue as his mind blanked everything out but you.

‘Good, I wouldn’t want my Damian to get bored of me now.’ You joked as you patted his shoulder twice before letting your hand drop to your side again before choosing to overlook the city yourself. Unaware that Damian’s eyes had long shifted to you in the process. He hated how you made him feel but didn’t want to live in a life without it either, it was the most frustrating thing he’s ever felt but yet the most beautiful and he wanted to explore it deeper, it reminded him of how he often had issues with how his art came off a times to the point he had to redo the entire piece all over again.

‘Bored? You’re the only person I can wilfully tolerate on patrols.’ Damian found himself saying upon instinct but thankfully for him, you didn’t think more of it other than him being blunt.

‘I’m glad because I’m staring to like you Damian.’ You admitted.

Damian wondered whether you knew what you were saying and the way they made him feel half of the time, but at least you were more open with your emotions then him, so when Damian went back to the thought of confession to you he decided that tonight wouldn’t be the night; he still had time to do so and besides Damian didn’t fell it would be appropriate to confess on a patrol, perhaps an outing with his dogs would suffice instead?

[biohazbat]

Duke Thomas deserves to have a volatile teenage rebellion falling out with Bruce, as is a Robin’s right.

He took on Robin as his own mantle, lead a team, has a family he loves. He didn’t ask to be stripped of his title and shoehorned into Bruce’s collection of strays. He doesn’t say that to be rude, he’s just being blunt.

He accepts being Signal for a while. He knows how to work well in a team. But despite an expert field commander and being the only one with powers, the Bats underestimate him.

Bruce is overbearing as usual. I mean Duke and Dami are the only teens left. He’s the only one on the dayshift…

The batfamily keep butting into a case, and he gets so sick of it that he goes dark. He cuts off comms, deliberately hides information. He works with the old gang and is doing great!

But then maybe Damian takes up the task to locate him. But it only blows their cover and they have to work together to escape.

They all have a heart to heart about balancing respect with worry and love. He chooses his own name. He gets his own rotating team of like neighborhood watch kids lol

Let him be both a competent leader and a stubborn rebellious teen!

[verieriberries]

POWER THOUGHT

bruce wayne x professor utonium from powerpuff girls

like, just think about it

both dads of vigilante/hero children

bruce gets more opportunities to girldad (his fave would deffo be bubbles)

the batkids get an emotionally open figure in their lives

cass, steph, barbs and whatever other daughters bruce has gets more sisters

dami and buttercup would either kill each other on sight or would become allies

dick and blossom eldest daughter core

bubbles and cass do ballet together

tim and professor nerd out w each other

like, PLEASE PLEASE IMAGINE IT

professor utonium transfers to wayne enterprises r&d and like, bonds with tim over science and stuff (tim’s an intern). and of course, bruce wayne has to meet this guys because 1) new employee and it would be rude of Brucie Wayne™️ to not check on him and 2) tim’s been talking about this dude and he wanted to thank the man for not undermining his son’s intellect

and so he goes and whoops, exactly his type. the b in bruce wayne stands for bisexual and there’s two things that get him going: mean women e.g selina & talia and soft men e.g clark in those first years they knew each other and, now apparently included in the list, professor utonium

and the professor DOES NOT shut up about his daughters. dang, more points. although that kinda made bruce a little worried that the professor was a married man but his worries were put to rest when the man confirmed that he had been single ever since he graduated college.

so, should he shoot his shot? survey (tim and alfred) says yes.

that’s still the gist of it but bonus miscellaneous stuff

the number of batkids the batfam has is up to you

the age of the ppg is also up to you

younger ppg (like, 5-8): dami’s not the youngest anymore and he takes pride in being an older brother, dick is just delighted, the girls get a bunch of older brothers and sisters that are all very protective even when they find out that the ppg have superpowers

teen ppg: 95% risk of dami or buttercup killing the other, dick and blossom bonding about being ‘leaders’, bubbles brings a boyfriend home one time and the boyfriend never returned under the terrifying glares of batfam + blossom and buttercup (professor utonium was the only nice one), the ultimate sparring sessions

bruce teaches the ppg hand-to-hand combat and to not rely so much on their powers

batfam gets free laser dodging training courtesy of the girls’ laser eyes and just about any type of training pertaining fighting against superpowered enemies

this has been bugging me all day and i NEED someone with more motivation to draw or write about this. and if you do make art or fics, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME 🛐🛐🛐🛐

[hotricebowlsoup]

you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

(evamon + lots of other side interactions, 6k, sequel to this)

Life goes on as per normal, for Damon. His routine doesn’t change much, if at all; wake up to study at seven, have breakfast at eight, call his mother on the way to his first class, have lunch with Cassidy’s gang, attend afternoon classes, and resume studying at the Corner. The only thing that’s possibly slightly different in his daily schedule is the new presence he welcomes every late afternoon.

‘Welcomes’ is a little understatement. To be exact, he asked ( not pleaded, asked) Eva Tsunaka of the Mathematics course to leave her dormitory room and study with him through the lonely evenings instead.

It’s not like the new presence is life-changing, or anything. From Damon’s perspective, it’s always great to study with company, moreso if they are just as diligent and quiet as he is. It makes for good motivation to keep going, when the words in his notes start to not make sense.

So, why does literally everyone keep insisting there’s something more behind the scenes?!

i.

“I don’t believe you.” Cassidy Amber, for all her spunk and laughter, says very solemnly, staring Damon down with an unusual grouch on her face.

“There,” Damon sighs, already getting tired before the clock strikes midday, “is nothing to believe. Let it go, Cass.”

“Nuh uh! There’s totes something going on between you and Math Girl!”

Damon does not associate himself with these idiots, thank you very much.

He doesn’t even know when he even got dragged into this… messy group. He was perfectly fine sitting by himself, undisturbed while having lunch, until a few months after freshman orientation when these seniors just decided to sit with him. Uninvited.

“You looked sad and lonely, and we’ve always wanted to adopt a junior of our own!” The masked senior says, bumping shoulders with his energetic redhead best friend, who nods so passionately Damon wonders how her hat didn’t fall off.

“You have him,” Damon pointedly says, referring to an obviously rather reserved boy behind the loud duo.

“Not enough! As Pitbull once said, three’s a crowd, but four’s a party!”

“Actually,” The reserved boy speaks up, “that’s not—”

Okay, yeah. Their introduction was messy. The way they eat and talk is even messier.

Damon would never ever ever admit it upfront, but now that he’s given unlimited permission to have lunch with the two rowdy seniors, along with his fellow freshman Mark, he doesn’t see himself sitting alone ever again.

Even if they are messy. Even if he was forced into it. Even if they relentlessly tease him about what they insist is a secret relationship between him and Eva.

“Jett,” Mark Berskii, the most normal person in this odd group besides Damon, picks at his food and mutters to the masked man. “If you call her ‘Math Girl’ again, Damon won’t let you hear the end of it.”

“Hell yeah! We wanna know more, that’s what we’re here for!”

Damon groans, and runs a hand through his hair. “We’re not dating.”

“No way! Damie, you literally personally invited her to my game tournament,” Cassidy shakes her head, waving her fork rudely at him. “And she showed up! And you even introduced her to us, which is like, totally cool, ‘cause I’ve always wanted to meet more fans of Sublime Slam Sisters. But like, whaaaaaaaat? ‘Cause who does that for a girl they knew for a week?”

“Someone in love, of course,” Jett unhelpfully snickers. “And broskii, before that, you said you were gonna go out the lounge for some fresh air. And what happened?”

A sigh from his left. Mark picks at his food harder. “...I don’t remember.”

“No, you definitely told us that Da-bro and Math Girl were squatting outside, holding hands!” Jett insists. “And what’s more? Damon was apologising, right? Apologising??? ”

“For a girl he knew for a week?!” Cassidy gasps scandalously, “You can’t tell us that wasn’t straight outta a shoujo, bargain bin!”

“Dude, I been saying!!!!!”

Cassidy and Jett excitedly high-five each other, the combined ‘smack’ of their palms sounding like a firework heard up close. Damon buries his face in his hands, ears red from both embarrassment and fury.

“I’m leaving,” Damon grits out, but he shows no real will to. Mark sympathetically pushes his drink towards him.

“Pardon my intrusion, but I’m afraid I’m not quite following,” Jean DeLamer, who was sitting to Jett’s left, chews thoughtfully. “You held Miss Tsunaka’s hand, and spent time alone with her outside of the student lounge? That’s the sort of intimacy you don’t just show to any friend, aye.”

“Any normal friend is what you mean,” Cassidy laughs boisterously, answering the muscular senior she had graciously welcomed into their lunch gang some few weeks ago. “If Damie here isn’t dating Math Girl, then he’s gotta have a crush on her at least!”

Nobody is taking Damon’s humiliation seriously. “You’re all wrong, I—”

“Yo, ten bucks Damon gives in and asks her the fuck out by the end of next month,” Jett suddenly butts in, voice loud and serious.

“Are you kidding?” Cassidy gasps, “ twenty Math Girl does it instead ‘cause Damie’s too busy being pussy.”

“Fifteen the girl does it, but before this month ends,” Mark adds, and Damon turns to him, utterly betrayed.

Jean chuckles from across him. “I see we’re all placing bets now. Hm, I’ll put fifteen bucks on Damon confessing before this month ends. I have faith in him.”

“No one’s,” the subject of the bet screeches, face flushing hotly, “confessing anything!!!!”

At Damon’s frustrated outburst, the group only laughs in kind.

ii.

“What was it like…” Damon swallows, face scrunched in a grimace, “to confess?”

Desmond Hall, professional archer and charmer extraordinaire, chokes at his sudden question. Damon awkwardly watches as the usually composed senior wheezes and flusters.

“Uh, you…” The older boy turns to his junior, cheeks beautifully darkened, “Sorry, repeat that?”

“...I don’t want to.”

“Ah, sure,” Desmond rubs the back of his neck, still a little too embarrassed to look at Damon again, “...but when you said ‘confess’, did you mean it in…?”

“...in that way, yeah.”

“Ah, right. In that way.” Desmond pokes his cheek, eyes looking up to the sky. “Gotta be honest, I don’t remember it at all. At that time, it was a pretty big thing, sure, but after it happened I completely forgot I was nervous.”

Damon huffs. “That’s not helpful enough.”

“Sorry, I don’t really know what your situation is,” Desmond awkwardly chuckles, “Is it courage that you want to build up, or are you just not sure on what to say?”

Twiddling his thumbs, Damon mumbles, “Just… if it’s even worth doing it.”

From the corner of his eye, Desmond smiles, empathetic and kind. He sits a little closer to Damon, clearing his throat. “You always have to take the leap for things you want to change, Damon. You never became the best speaker on the Debate Team by waiting around. You never got into Eden’s Garden Academy by hoping for a miracle. You never knew what the outcome would be, yet you made the first move anyway, which ultimately led you to where you are today. Who says confessing isn’t the same?”

Damon looks at his senior, who fondly chuckles, “Personally, I think that confessing was super worth it. I wouldn’t be waiting outside for Eloise right now if I didn’t.”

A breeze passes. It blows against Damon’s face, and carries Desmond’s words with the wind. He presses his lips together, letting the archer’s words sink in.

He closes his eyes, and dreams. Of a possibility, a world where he confronts Eva, and gazes into steel grey, far longer than he should. A world where he works up the courage to say the words he was too afraid to spill in ink. A world where his hands hold hers, and she stands close, and his mouth runs faster than his mind can think.

A world where she opens her mouth, demure and quiet, and says…

When he opens his eyes, he thinks that being at the mercy of a bloodthirsty murderer would be a much more favourable position.

“What if…” he trails off, looking blankly to the front. Desmond notices the way his eyes dart everywhere, the way his fingers fidget on the wooden bench, and the way his Adam’s Apple bobs uncontrollably. “What if… she says no?”

“If she’s got the high and mighty Damon Maitsu to fluster like this,” Desmond gives him a friendly nudge, getting a ‘yip’ out of him, “why would she?”

The few minutes of silence that follow gives plenty incentive for Damon’s thoughts to run amok. Fortunately, Desmond’s girlfriend finally arrives, having been in fencing training prior to Damon seeking him out.

“Thanks for keeping me company, Damon. I hope all goes well on your end,” Desmond encourages, making his way to the approaching Eloise. “Who’s the lucky girl, by the way?”

“I’m not telling you, go away.”

Desmond laughs and bids his junior goodbye, walking off with Eloise’s hand in his.

Damon watches them go. When Eloise gives Desmond a quizzical look, most likely referring to the unexpected conversation between the two, his senior only shrugs, pressing his lips to the fencer’s temple.

Damon watches, and for a moment, sees a curly haired girl and a blond haired boy in their place.

He slaps himself quickly afterwards.

iii.

“Going out to see Damon, again?”

Eva stops still, very still, in her tracks, and turns around at a snail’s pace. Diana Venicia doesn’t look directly at her, still looking for something in her makeup drawer, but Eva can see the bright smile that pokes out from her half-turned face.

“...Does it matter?”

“Well…” the pink haired girl giggles, and faces Eva, “You’re hurried in your movements today.”

“I don’t like wasting time. You’re holding me back.”

Diana’s smile drops quite noticeably, and Eva feels the massive need to look away. “Ah… sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

You probably don’t mean a lot of things either, Eva bites her tongue.

Her hand rests on the cold metal of the doorknob. She turns it, not yet pulling it open, and keeps her hand there. Then she stays in her spot, silent in thought for so long, that Diana carefully comes up to her to ask if she’s okay.

Even as she’s rushing, Eva doesn’t feel quite ready to leave their shared dormitory room yet.

“My roommate’s friends with your roommate, apparently.”

She bites her lip, mentally preparing herself.

“You…” Eva starts cautiously, getting Diana’s immediate attention, “You told Damon’s roommate about me.”

“Well, he did ask, in Damon’s name,” the latter fidgets nervously, “I’m really sorry if you didn’t want me to tell them, but Kai seemed like he really needed it, so…”

“It’s alright,” the bespectacled girl says, using the softest tone she’s yet to use with her roommate. “Things turned out well, in the end.”

Slightly embarrassed, alongside the reminder that she would be running late for the daily study session, Eva fully turns away from Diana, pulling the door open.

She almost mumbles a soft ‘thank you’ when the other girl stops her this time.

“I’m a little hurt, you know,” Diana says, voice kind and lovely, even with the sad smile on her face, “I heard that he introduced you to his friends because you said you didn’t have any. I thought I was a friend to you.”

Eva’s head turns slightly, not enough to look Diana in the eye.

The soft hand curled around her wrists burns in its spot.

Shaking her head, Diana withdraws her grip, holding her own wrist close to her chest. “Sorry. I just… since we became roommates, I’ve always wanted to be your friend, and know more about you. I really try my best to reach out, even when you leave the dorm earlier and come back later than I do.”

Eva hears, for the first time. Fully hears Diana.

All her life, she’s lived and breathed alone like it was her purpose. Because when people did actually reach out, no matter if they were an adult or peer, they always had an ulterior motive in mind. There was always something to be used. There was always someone to be used. And that someone would always be Eva.

All her life, there was no such thing as true kindness without a give and take. So when the pink haired girl stumbled into the room on the first day of orientation, catching her attention with a big bright smile, it blinded her vision and she locked herself away. There is no light without darkness. Surely, her optimistic roommate must be putting on a front, too.

But, Eva concedes, as she sees the way Diana’s hand anxiously clenches her clothing, hasn’t she been far too mean to her?

While she’s still not brave enough to look at her, she nods, very slightly, and notices how Diana’s figure relaxes a little.

“If you want me to stop,” the pink haired girl offers, albeit dejectedly, “I won’t bother you any more.”

“No,” Eva says, before she can stop herself, before she realises she even opened her mouth. 

Diana looks up, eyes wide and jaw hung open.

“I— Um.” Eva fumbles, “Thanks. For doing it.”

She takes a quick glance at Diana, meeting her eyes, and very shyly looks away just as quickly.

Even then, she can feel the other girl’s posture straightening itself, and she’s back to being cheerful, bouncing on her toes.

“Okay,” Eva hears the cheer in her roommate’s voice, and the corners of her own lips almost twitch up by themselves. “I’ll keep reaching out, if you don’t mind.”

She sucks in a breath for courage, and looks up at Diana, who’s smiling as bright as the sun. Choosing to put her point of focus on the pink haired girl’s cheek, instead of her jovial doe eyes, Eva raises her left arm, stiff and awkward.

She brings it up to shoulder level, then, even more awkwardly, clamps it on Diana’s shoulder. She raises it again, slightly, and brings it down. Pat. Again. Pat.

Diana blinks, her smile growing wider, even with the confused look in her eyes. “Was that a… shoulder pat?”

Eva doesn’t speak. But her cheeks burn, and she swiftly turns the opposite direction to hide her expression.

“Oh my goodness,” a giggle from behind her, and she can feel the flush spread to her neck and ears. It must be glowing right now, even. “Eva, that was so cute!”

Hastily fixing her spectacles, all she can mutter out is an ‘I have to go’, and pulls away from Diana, running out the room in embarrassment. The giggles get softer behind her, the faster she runs away.

Left in the room alone, Diana forces her laughter to come to a stop. But she keeps an overjoyed expression on her face, eyes smiling at the adorable memory of her roommate. She sincerely, sincerely hopes there’ll be much more fun times like this with her. And maybe, now that Eva seems somewhat willing to open up, they’ll come pretty soon.

“All the best with Damon,” The pink haired girl whispers, and closes the room door, “I really hope you’ll be happy, Eva.”

iv.

“You there, clad in the dark jumper and green tie,” Toshiko Kayura, self-proclaimed professional matchmaker of Eden’s Garden Academy, addresses Damon from behind her fan, “are going through a tumultuous period in the perilous journey of romance. Hmph, from the way it oozes out of your soul, I can practically smell it from where I am sitting.”

“Who the fuck,” Damon responds, blinking, “are you.”

Toshiko stomps her foot on the ground, already going on a tangent about her “reliable” matchmaking skills. Ah, and Wolfgang Akire of the Law course, the other bane of his existence, is sitting there too. With his legs crossed elegantly, and a picture perfect smile on his flawless face.

Damon feels ready to head to bed at eleven in the morning.

He almost walks away when the young girl quickly composes herself. Clearing her throat, she continues from behind the fan, “What is it that troubles your soul, Damon Maitsu? I simply cannot bear to let you walk around with that… unrest oozing out of you. Not when it disrupts the zen of those like me.”

He fiddles with his hair and grumbles, giving Wolfgang a pointed look. The law student who challenges his stare only smiles in kind. “It’s not particularly something I want to say. Definitely not in front of Wolfgang, at least.”

“Are you afraid I might ridicule you?” the man asks, the smile on his face looking almost condescending.

“Absolutely.” Damon squints. Absolutely no doubt he would, if it’s about Damon.

“Hmph! Fear not, unwise one,” Toshiko’s eyes crinkle, amused. “A shared joy is a double joy, but a shared sorrow is half a sorrow. Believe me, it will alleviate your turmoil to speak your mind.”

He raises an eyebrow, unconvinced.

The young girl flutters her eyelashes, expecting.

Damon notices the action, and for a split second, steel-grey eyes come to mind.

It disappears just as quickly as it came, but even then, it doesn’t stop the heat that he feels travelling up his skin from his neck to the tip of his ears. Instinctively, he looks away and scowls. Big mistake, because Wolfgang Akire lets out a low chuckle at his unfiltered expression, and if Damon weren’t trying to hide his vulnerability, he’d totally be sacking the other guy right now.

On the other hand, Toshiko Kayura sees his visceral reaction, and all but giggles, offering the seat in front of her. Damon doesn’t see any other option, so he just sinks into the chair, hiding the lower half of his face with both his palms.

“So?” She leans forward, impatient but thrilled, “What is it that ails you?”

Damon shuts his eyes, gears in his head turning. Is this really something he wants to talk about out loud? The great Damon Maitsu, veteran debater, throwing his dignity away to ask for help in confessing to some girl?

“How’d you even know I was deep in thought?” He asks, trying to stall.

“One never doubts a matchmaker’s intuition!”

“I do.”

Toshiko huffs and fans herself, expertly keeping her face covered. “Perhaps I should forgo the skirting. You have feelings of affection for someone you have yet to be closer to, but because of the odd characters you both possess, you are unsure whether to proceed. Am I wrong?”

The blush that had previously subsided from Damon’s face returns, in full blossom. “How did you—?” he screeches, startling some passersby.

“How peculiar,” Wolfgang laughs lightly, unfortunately still present. “Damon, this might be the first time I’ve seen you so flustered. I’m rather curious about who they are now.”

“Do not interrupt this sacred moment, Wolfgang!” Toshiko silences him, snapping her fingers in front of his eyes. Then, her eyes crinkle again. It’s suggestive this time. “Or would you like to share your successful endeavors with Miss Madison?”

Wolfgang draws back, a small flush taking over his neck and cheeks. He coughs into a fist, letting out a slightly strangled, “...Apologies. Please continue, Miss Kayura.”

Damon internally cheers at Wolfgang’s small defeat, almost forgetting he’s still being interrogated about his own romance issues.

“Back to you, Damon Maitsu. I implore you to take my advice, for if you don’t… I’m afraid disaster might strike.”

“This is,” he deadpans, “about a confession.” He’s so glad he’s normal. Everyone else is so weird.

“Verily! My point stands!”

“Right, so,” he begrudgingly humours the young girl, fidgeting with his tie, “What exactly should I do to avoid this so-called “disaster”?”

Her eyes light up. “Communication, of course!”

“...Right.”

“Take me seriously, Damon Maitsu!” Toshiko kicks his leg, causing an immediate reaction from him. Who knew fourteen year olds had so much strength in their knees? (No, Damon is not weak, others just happen to be stronger. It’s not strange at all in Eden’s Garden Academy, really.) “Without proper mutual understanding between you and your beloved, you will find your relationship to be as sturdy as a sandcastle in front of the raging sea.”

“What Miss Kayura says is true,” Wolfgang interrupts again, to Damon’s chagrin. “We’re both students in the Humanities, Damon. I’m sure you’re aware of the significance of a well articulated speech.”

“Why haven’t you run back to your girlfriend yet, Wolfgang? She’s the only one who actually likes you.”

“How crude, Damon.”

Toshiko raises a hand to silence the two men. “Ahem! Damon Maitsu, that is all I have to say for your situation. You are your own obstacle, in any case.”

As Damon stands to leave, she leans in one more time. He sees a twinkle in her eyes that screams mischief, not uncommonly found in a growing teenager. He braces.

“All the best with Miss Tsunaka,” she giggles, “Damon Maitsu.”

Damon draws back, eyebrows shooting up. “You— You knew?”

“One never doubts a matchmaker’s intuition,” Toshiko repeats, looking very proud of herself. What an odd kid. He should’ve just left from the beginning. Why did he even bother to stop and listen to one of his greatest academic rivals and some fourteen year old?

But as he leaves, ignoring the polite wave sent by Wolfgang, he ponders on the advice he was given. If everyone except him was succeeding in their respective romantic fields… maybe… there was merit to be had. After all, as Hegel mentioned, “Truth is found neither in the thesis nor the antithesis, but in an emergent synthesis which reconciles the two.”

Communication, huh?

v.

“Oi, idiot,” Kai yells, slamming the door open on a fine Monday. “Why the fuck aren’t you and Eva dating?”

Damon jumps in his place on the bed, halfway through taking his sweater off.

Kai gags. “Eugh, don’t strip in front of me.”

“Maybe don’t barge in without a knock???”

The door slams shut just as loudly, making Damon flinch again. Kai drags his feet as he enters, making sure to slouch backwards and groan as dramatically as possible.

He flops onto Damon’s bed, right beside him, despite the blond boy’s protests. And then, instead of loudly complaining about his terrible day like usual (Kai has a terrible day everyday), he just lies there, quiet in thought.

Kai thinking scares Damon. Genuinely. He’s not even trying to be mean.

“Did something happen?”

“You happened!” Kai bites back quickly. “Dude, I didn’t beg Diana for Miss Mathlete’s name so that you could go up to her, apologise, play video games, and still not get to first base!”

“You’re so dramatic. Diana would have told you without you needing to go on your knees.”

“Nuh uh. Your rizz is like, freaking negative, dude.”

Damon rolls his eyes, pulling his sweater off completely, having been interrupted earlier. Unbeknownst to him, Kai’s eyes follow the movement of his arms, gaze intense and longing, allowing silence to take over instead of opening his mouth and betraying the way his voice might overflow with desire.

Gods, if Damon doesn’t hurry up and get with the love of his life and out of Kai’s, he thinks he might kill himself from all the pent up tension.

“Kai.”

“Hm?”

Damon opens his mouth, but stops himself and just shakes his head. “...Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

Kai rubs his eyes, knowing exactly what his roommate’s so hung up on. “You’re so… stupid, man. I don’t get it, I really don’t. You like the girl, the girl likes you, so just… go for it.”

“You don’t know that,” he hears the uncertainty creep in Damon’s voice, as he turns around in his seat to look at his influencer roommate.

“No,” Kai whispers back, because Damon couldn’t be more wrong. He does know. He does know the difference between the look of someone who is utterly besotted, and someone who isn’t.

The look on Damon’s face when he talks to Eva. The look on Eva’s face when she talks to Damon.

The look on Damon’s face when he talks to Kai.

Kai shuts his eyes.

“No,” he repeats, firmly. “I do know that. I couldn’t be more sure of it.”

He might’ve overdone it with the forced coolness, because Damon, literal master of picking apart debate arguments, does pick up on the uncharacteristic behaviour.

“Huh,” Damon’s lips quirk up a little, “I never realised you wanted me to get a significant other this bad.”

Kai smiles, trying to keep the bitterness out as much as possible, “Nah, just don’t like seeing you mope around. It’s minus aura.”

“You and your online lingo.”

The air is a little lighter, and Kai’s chest unconstricts.

Saliva rests heavy at the back of his throat, along with a thousand words. Don't go. I hope you'll be happy. She's bad for you. She's good for you. Choose me instead. She's everything I'm not. I love you.  

Instead of spilling all over, he reminds himself that this is one of the last few moments of peace special to both him and Damon alone. So he soaks in it, crossing his fingers, hoping it lasts longer. Just a bit longer.

Kai dozes off, gripping loosely onto the fabric of Damon's dress shirt. He relishes in the way he isn't stopped.

Eva will have him soon, but for now, this moment is his to treasure.

+ i.

“Damon.”

No reply.

“Daaamon.”

There’s an annoyed grumble, but the boy stays focused on his work. The clack of his laptop keys sound louder and harsher.

Eva taps the top edge of his laptop screen, wobbling it a little. Damon looks up, a scowl on his face. “What?”

The girl blinks at him, sitting still, before moving her chin to rest on her hand. She doesn’t say another word.

Damon huffs. “Are you serious?”

She blinks again, silent and cat-like, and enjoys the way he bristles further.

He turns back to his laptop screen, glaring at the material on it like it personally challenged his bloodline. His eyes flicker, left and right, left and right… and then he just sighs and gives up, and closes his laptop.

“You’ve got my attention.” Damon frowns, “What do you want?”

“This is of utmost importance, Damon. It’s crucial that you absorb everything I am about to say next. If you don’t, a world shattering event will take place at once.”

…This can’t possibly be the ‘disaster’ Toshiko was referring to. “What is it?”

“Are you ready to absorb the weight of the universe?”

“Hurry up, Eva.”

“Did you know,” Eva says, looking directly into green eyes, speaking very solemnly. “black holes vomit.”

Ah. It indeed wasn’t. “...Eva.”

She leans in further, and with the flawless poker face she wears, he genuinely cannot tell if she’s trying to joke or not. “To be exact, they can ‘burp’ up stars that they’ve previously swallowed, and no one can explain why this happens.”

Damon stares, and stares, until his eyebrows droop outwards in utter disappointment. This is the girl he chose to crush on?

Eva Tsunaka ignores the pointed silence from the boy across her, and leans back, with an unspoken satisfaction with her own ramble. Said boy caves and lets out a very long sigh that spans approximately twenty seconds long.

“Why do I even deal with you,” he mutters, pinching his nose.

“You like me,” she replies, swift and easy.

He stops cold, eyes shooting wide open.

In front of him, Eva returns to her work, completely unfazed, while Damon stays frozen in place. Did she… did she…?

How could she confess with such a straight face, when he’s been tormenting inside all over for the past week?

Wait, there’s literally no guarantee that she means it in *that* way. Damon breathes in deep, his fingers shaking as he brings them down to his lap. Yeah. Maybe you’re just misunderstanding because you’re nervous.

Although, he has long been waiting for the right time to spill his feelings.

Surely, now that she’s made the first move, he could at least return the favour, right?

“I…” Damon begins, sounding like a strangled whisper. He clenches the fabric of his pants tight. “I like you, too.”

And then, Eva Tsunaka looks up at him.

And goes back to her work barely a second later. “Yeah, duh.”

?????????????????????????????

Oh, okay, sure. Yeah.

Leave it to Eva Tsunaka to remain nonchalant even as they’re spilling the very depths of their vulnerable souls, while Damon’s heart is pounding at a thousand miles per minute.

“You— You’re—” he splutters, “Why are you so calm about this?”

“About what, Damon?” she raises her head, exuding the very definition of calmness.

“I— You just confessed, and I confessed back, and— you’re acting like this is a totally normal day!”

Eva’s brows furrow. She sets her pen down, fixes her glasses, and steel grey stares into green for the second time this afternoon.

“Confess?” she asks, “I didn’t… Damon, we’re dating, right?”

We’re.

We’re WHAT?

Damon squints so hard at her, letting utter confusion seep through his expression, that he forgets to reply.

At the long silence, Eva’s cheeks dust with pink, and she repeats, much softer and much slower. “Damon. We’re dating, right?”

“Are—” He answers intelligently, “Were we?”

The mathlete blinks repeatedly, cheeks growing a dark shade of red, and only now does she have the audacity to look like she wants to run. 

She buries her head in her arms, letting out a strangled, guttural sound from her throat, and Damon winces. Oh no. Oh no. He didn’t even get to confess properly, and he already fucked it up. Way to go, you stupid loser. Pushing his own confusion and embarrassment aside, he leans over his side of the table and grabs onto Eva’s wrists, not wanting a repeat of the last time he scared her away with his insensitive words.

“Don't run away,” he insists, voice teetering on desperate, “We need to talk this out.”

Eva, ears burning red, goes silent for a while, and lets out another high pitched whine. But she doesn’t move from her seat, which he takes as a win.

Damon sighs, letting one hand go to ruffle his hair. He stands up, other hand still holding onto her wrist, and crosses over to her side of the table. Bending over her slightly, he exhales, breath hitting her ears and turning them even more red. The girl refuses to turn her head and spare him a glance.

“Eva,” he begins, cautious and soft, “look at me?”

A fidget, a grumble. Then a few seconds later, she complies, slowly turning her head so one eye is visible.

He sighs, noticing the way her spectacles are twisted awkwardly whilst being crushed by her arms. It must be uncomfortable for her. Stretching a nervous hand out, he gingerly coerces her face off the table, and when she reluctantly lets him lift her head, he slips her glasses off her. The action is gentle, intimate almost, in the way his fingers tremble while unlooping the earpiece behind her ear. If Eva jumps slightly at the ticklish touch, Damon chooses to ignore it.

Silence ensues, as steel grey struggles to meet green.

“Why did you think we were dating?”

She licks her lips. Her fingers fiddle. “When you invited me to your friend’s gaming tournament… and apologised to me outside. I thought…”

“Ah,” Damon sweats, “I didn’t know that was a… declaration of love.”

“I didn’t know it wasn’t!” Eva defends, “Damon, I told you I’ve been ostracized all my life. Where do you think I have the time to know what romance is?”

“You think I know what romance is, either?!” He argues.

They squint at each other, baffled. And then, it dawns on them.

They’re just two idiots. Two idiots, neither of which has ever been in a proper relationship before. Neither of which, despite achieving excellence in their respective academic fields, know how to do anything remotely sappy. Neither of which know how to properly cross the line, nor hold the hand of the one they want to do it for. Just two big idiots, who don’t know how to write their own story.

At the unspoken shared realisation, Eva is the first to laugh, in the form of a strange, amused huff. The corners of her lips quirk upwards. Damon is quick to follow, a small exasperated smile blooming on his face. He kneels right beside her seat, chest heaving with relief and joy, as quiet chuckles fill their Corner.

He’s never knelt in front of anyone before. He’d rather die than to have someone else literally look down on him like this. But when steel grey finally gains the courage to gaze into green, eyes crinkled so fondly, being on his knee doesn’t seem so humiliating anymore.

“We’re… kind of stupid, aren’t we?”

“Nope,” Damon has never been more glad to see Eva smiling, “That’s just you.”

He grumbles, all in good sport, and she laughs and extends an arm. It rests on his left cheek, and he’s very aware of the lithe thumb that brushes his lower lip.

“Because…” She leans in, and he gulps. “I believe I’m smart enough to do things at my own pace.”

Damon shuts his eyes on instinct. In the next second, a soft warmth presses against his lips.

A nose crashes into his, too.

“Ow!” he pulls back, hand flying to his nose. “Eva, what the hell?”

She blinks, and looks away, rubbing her own nose. “That was intended.”

“No, it was not!!”

But even as Damon massages his own nose and complains about the pain, his cheeks stain a beautiful pink, vividly remembering the lips against his.

“...Eva.”

“...Mm?”

“That was your first kiss, wasn’t it.”

“...Mm.”

He sighs in fond exasperation. A few more moments pass in silence, where all there is to be heard is the deep breaths taken by him. Before she can finish recovering from the embarrassing mishap, he reaches out and pulls her face back close.

“Don’t stop,” Damon whispers, and Eva can tell the moment his eyes dilate. “until I tell you to.”

In another context, it would’ve come off as commanding, or even seductive. Eva recognises this in the stories Diana talks about, the princely kind that makes your knees buckle. But this is Damon she’s talking about. Prideful, pathetic Damon, who’s never kissed a girl in his life. And if anything, he just sounds silly. Desperate. Full of want, dignity forgone. Not audacious, nor a prince.

If anything, it makes Eva’s heart flutter more.

Who is she to stop him when he pulls her in again?

Seconds feel like hours, when all they can focus on is the awkward and tentative brush of the other’s lips against their own. Too conscious of the other’s breath. Too aware of the other’s teeth. Too unsure of what to do next. It’s so embarrassing. It’s so special. It’s theirs.

“Your lips,” she murmurs when they pull away, soft and flustered, “are chapped.”

“They… I speak often.” he replies very cleverly, and also very soft and flustered.

“Oh, do you.”

Eva doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

She’s a smart girl, and she learns fast. It doesn’t take long for her to know when to pull away, when to return, when to let out a soft sigh that she knows drives him crazy. But Damon’s also a smart boy, and he also learns fast, and it also doesn’t take long for him to return the favour, eliciting gasps out of her when he figures out when to follow after her and when to swallow her sighs.

He’s going crazy. He’s never done this before. He wants to do it again.

And when she lets out another audible breath, nearly pushed over the edge, he strikes.

“Quiet,” he brings his hand up to the back of her head, “you’re still in the library, Eva.”

He pushes her over. She falls.

He follows.

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Blessed is The Fruit of Thy Womb III

Chapter 3: Then God Asked Cain,"Where is Abel, your brother?"

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Inspired by @cyrwrites 's prompt of Talia being pregnant from exposure to the Lazarus Pits.

...

" Tt. How should I know? I'm not his keeper."

"Dami you just implied that you have a younger brother still in the hands of the League."

The Robin clicked his tongue again, frustration and familliar irrational anger building up inside him.

"It doesn't matter."

"Dami—"

"It. doesn't. matter."

Dick furrowed his eyebrows in concern as Damian quickens his pace towards the elevator, not wanting to continue the conversation.

When Damian first arrived he was angry, eager to prove his worth and word. It seemed that whatever Talia told him, didnt include Bruce having other sons than him. So finding out about this from not even the highly praised father he has, he had to be told of this by said not known brother.

He demanded Batman.

But there is no Batman. Bruce was dead declared missing for more than months now without any contact or notice. Dick has been relunctantly picking up the slack while juggling his own responsibilities as Nightwing back in Bludhaven. Its been a hard time and believe him, he has juggled before. Both literally and figuratively

When he tried to offer the robin mantle to him as maybe to calm him down a bit, he just got angrier and snippy. He rejected the offer but demanded to be trained for the whole duration of his 'stay'.

"I was sent here to be trained by batman and I won't leave until I finish my goal. If it has to be from batman's...successor then so be it."

Okay, that kinda hurt. He doesn't want to be Batman either y'know.

That was what he claimed as he strolled up jnto the mansion like he owned the place. Ever since then, Dick has organized a somewhat schedule for trainings that he deliberately stretched out at first to test him. Which is. Um. Wrong move. This only serves to piss him off more and more prone to lethal attacks.

Yeah. Okay. That attitude needs a little work.

He tried to rudely order around Alfred the first few days and just got more frustrated and angry when Dick scolded him for it. The kid doesn't even want to eat with them even if they lived together (although that might be stretching it a bit since Dick doesn't even live in the manor anymore.) He still try to include Damian in his activities with Tim (who doesn't seem to concern himself too much about the addition. Too occupied in proving that Bruce is still a-alive. ) , to get him out of his shell and maybe talk about what exactly is Talia thinking and what the actual fuck is going on with the LOA. With all the bull happening around with B's death and Tim's insitence on his non-death then him suddenly disappearing to who knows where and everything else the world decided to pile up on him recently.

Fuck. He's so not paid enough for this. In fact, he's not getting paid at all.

And that was 3 years ago, Tim came back with a clusterfuck of a report and possibly a few ill-advised stuff that he's turning a blind eye on. For now.

Tim brought back Bruce, (which is a whole other cans of worms Dick won't open. He will tho. He will. He will process this shit. Just not today. Nope.) declared that he has outgrown Robin, that he's trying his hand on a solo act and after a little help, Cardinal flew in the streets of Gotham. Dick is proud of his brother spreading his wings and leaving the nest but this leaves Damian with Bruce. While Bruce is still recovering, a new Robin picks up the slack. Dick and Damian were a team and the kid was so desperate to prove himself worthy of the mantle that he has been streching himself as thin as Dick lets him and while he follows orders, he's quick to taking advantage of all and any loopholes. If it weren't making his job 10x harder, he would've been amused of such a Robin Move. In all of those years, they grew close to each other, the kid even respects Tim now!

So when Damian mentioned—no, implied that he has another brother still back in LOA, no one can blame Dick for being blindsided.

"Dami. What brother?" He chased after the short feral child.

"Tch. I don't see how that's any of your business, Grayson." He gave him a derisive look as he pushed the button to lift back to the manor. "Your only use here is to instruct and teach me as is your responsibility as Father's succesor not meddle in my personal life. After Father has recovered, he shall continue my training and things would go as it should be." He gave Dick one last sneer before the door closed and a faint hum echoes out in the cave along with what he said.

A brother?!?!

...

When Tim first met Damian Al Ghul Wayne, the demon brat tried to kill him. Which is. Just how his life is now, he guess. The kid was 4"6 beansprout with a sword and is not afraid to use it. Apparently, he tried to stab Dick the first time too. The kid is clearly delusional but after several blood tests Tim has had to admit defeat.

This brat really is B's kid and he hates him already.

This could be a plot.

Ra's would do anything to gain power over Batman and Gotham but mostly Batman.

It smells like a plot.

Dick couldn't get anything out of him other than that he was 'the Blood Son of Batman' and that he was sent here for Bat Training by Talia and he's not leaving. He also said something about his birthright to being the next Batman and being his robin. Which is. Yeah. Hurts a bit. He knows he hasn't been able to be Dick's Robin (oh the combination of those words) being too busy proving that Bruce is still alive. He knows it. But he's still Robin.

He's still Dick's Robin and Dick is not going to give the mantle away just because demon brat here throws a temper tantrum about it. But he did. Well, he didn't exactly but. He offered making Damian his robin. Tim knows logically, this would be the best plan of action given everything with them and then everything with him but he still can't help the sharp insecurity inside him.

But the brat did something surprising, given his whole rant of birthright blah blah blah. Tim wasn't really listening. He looked at Tim with such disgust and derisiveness and then looked away with a click of his tongue. Which is so uncalled for what the hell??? What the fuck did he do? The Batling even had the gall to look so offended for even offered the position he claims was always his. What the fuck.

He says he doesn't want a position already claimed by somebody else and suggested to create a new identity if he has to. Dick was quick to veto that. Thank god. The kid looks like a ten year old. A ten year old from hell, yeah but still. Even Tim was at least thirteen when he started the whole gig. It might not seem like a lot but three years is a BIG difference. Assassin training from birth or not.

The kid looked at Tim with pity and disgust that he doesn't even know why... well whatever but for some reason despite the hostility, the kid would not so subtly support him. Not that anyone else would notice if they weren't a bat, but the kid kinda grew on Tim despite his own attempts not to. And while Tim isn't Dick, he would like to think that they've grown on him too.

After returning with Bruce, a new vigilante identity, and one less spleen, Damian has finally and officially took over the Robin mantle. Despite the initial denial, he was quick to adapt into the role with a hidden child-like enthusiasm. Well. For an assassin raised kid in a role that allows him to beat up grown people in the streets every night. Thank god Dick has already given the kid numerous lectures on the "no killing" rule because Tim is so not doing that.

And no, he is not processing his little LOA escapade.

Although looking back at it, it seems a lot more suspicious with how Ra's was a lot more confident and smug. More... reckless yet defensive.

Of what exactly?

That question has been eating Tim up ever since he had a better headspace for it coming back and it has been driving him crazy. No matter what angle he mentally review everything that happened, Tim still can't for the life of him tell what exactly was Ra's hiding. No matter the connections nor channels he has gave anything away other than the fact that they've been training an heir but Tim already knew that with Damian in the picture and yet...

Something's missing...

When they found out that Red Hood was actually the deceased Jason Todd aka Robin II, Tim thought that was it. That was what was missing and try to bury it along with the annoyance, a bit of resentment, and his many broken bones as a result of that little... reunion of theirs.

Like seriously? An adult robin suit? Cringe, mr. Robin sir. Tim can't believe he idolized you. If it wasnt for the fact that Jason broke his jaw, he would've said something about how if he's gonna kill him wearing the robin suit then the least he could do is not be a coward and wear the original scaly panties. It's like as if nothing is sacred in this world anymore. Really.

After a while, Hood started working with... well not with them. But uh... adjacent might be a better term for it. Tim notices when Jason is strangely quick to startle when Damian is in the picture. It's only recently that Dick was able to convince him to switch to non lethal rubber bullets but before they had to dodge a ricochet of actual real bullets when Damian is near Jason. And the self proclaimed ex-crime lord won't even explain why he reacts to the shortstack like this. Very rude. It's like getting beaten to near death doesn't even have benefits or whatever.

It wasn't until another case that involves the reluctant team up between Cardinal, Red Hood and a likely not supposed to be here Robin, that Tim got a clue as to why. As usual, Hood somehow does not notice Robin and almost shot Tim. Again. For the fifth time this night. Jason said something about a pit demon or something fucking up something something. I'm sure this will all make sense tomorrow. But then Robin snaps back, geniunely offended. Something about how he's not a...

"A fucking what?!"

"Tt. A Lazarus Pit baby, Cardinal. Do keep up."

"Wait hold the fuck up. Hold the motherfucking fuck up. What the fuck do you mean your brother is a Lazarus Pit baby?"

At least Tim wasn't the only one getting a rug pulled under their feet tonight. A bit concerning how distressed Hood was sounding but Tim is flexible. He can handle this. Before he can ask many reasonable questions, Robin turned to glare at them. Impressive how a kid as short as him make Tim feel like he's being look down on when the brat has to crane his neck up high just to see their faces.

"Hood called me a pit demon. Which I am not."

Damn. Touchy. So he's got opinions on pit demons now. What even are pit demons? It certainly doesn't sound good. "

"Hood has trained with the League for a time, did he not? So he must have confused me for my... younger brother."

"The fuck are on about? I couldn't be more obvious that I'm talking to you."

"Wait. What brother?!"

"Robin what brother?!?!"

....

My parents made me subscribe to christianity just so I can make fic titles like these

Damian + fam POV of Child of Lazarus Danny AU

A whole ass POV and setting change can be a bit disorienting especially with a time skip mixed in but at this point we moved away from the creepy cult and into a somewhat normal outside world. Damian has a slightly better relationship with his brother here at the same time a lot more distant than canon. Damian has been able to establish himself as Robin a bit later than canon and Tim was able to decide for himself to hand over the mantle and step out of the Robin training wheels. Didn't like the Red Robin name sorry its just as if Tim wasnt ready to part with robin just yet and hadn't had the time to find himself before making Red Robin. A bit of a fan of the Cardinal name for my boy which is also red.

Funny how Dami subconsiously called Danny a pit demon all these years when all his other brothers subconsiously called him that too. He's so offended its hilarious lmaoo

Also funny how Tim thinks about his relationship with Jason. For me I think Tim won't sink back in fear Jason cuz in the comics man Tim has been roasting the dude any chance gets like Jason hasn't been roasted enough. Love my cringefail asshole Jason. Would've love to punch him in the face.

This was supposed to have Jason and Bruce's POV too but it was getting too long. so. Yeah.

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