#talia al ghul is a good parent

[spicy-apple-pie]

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

Commission Info / Kofi

[strange-birb]

Chapter 1 of my ghost rider AU. I’m not a great writer, sorry if it doesn’t make sense lol. Also I drew some of the earlier panels a long time ago so the style may look a lil different…

Enjoy!!!!

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

Do people like- realise that since after jason skinny dipped in the Lazarus pit, in many he lost his memories and/or was trying to actively remember them, so there is a high chance that he thought Bruce was his real bio dad since he was a more active dad to him anyways than Willis

meaning he thought that he was his blood son, a wayne, he grew up in wayne manor, and since he knew of Damian and Talia he most likely thought that Talia was his bio mom too for a while before he remembered how/why he died, meaning he considered damian his real brother

Bo cause do you realise the angst here???

Like imagine him suddenly remembering how they met, and he's confused, till it hits him,it hits him hard, and he just-

"..you're not dad? /.. Bruce isn't dad?"

cause even if you and your dad have issues you still want him to be your dad yk

UGHH THE ANGST

Especially if you consider your head cannon that after he reconnected with Bruce he still didn't remember a lot of stuff and was just taking others word on it and he came across rumours of him being Bruce's secret bio child with one of his numerous lovers, cause why else would he just adopt some random kid off the street? And it seems pretty legit, willis didn't like him much. Not being his bio kid made a lot of sense. God I would devour a fic where Bruce and jason. Are just checking what all he remembered, or just talking casually, or having one of their disagreements and it came up. I would kill my self for it

[spacedace]

Had an idea, thought I'd make it a prompt, 3k+ words later realized this wasn't a prompt anymore but a ficlet 🙃

Anyway, here's the first almost 2k of Talia being a good parent and deciding to not go with either Bruce or Ra's and go off and do her own thing and raise Damian and oops she got attached to Jason while checking in on Bruce and saved him from dying in Ethiopia. & now has 2 sons lol

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When her Beloved and her father demanded Talia make a choice, of who she would choose, she didn't hesitate.

She chose neither of them. She chose her child. She chose herself.

Outwitting both Ra's al Ghul and Batman was no simple feat. They were both brilliant, relentless and with endless resources at their command. It was why their clashes were as devastating as they were. Immovable objects and unstoppable forces the both of them. If there was something they wanted, it was something they would have.

But not her.

They would not have her.

She had her own networks, her own people, her own keen intelligence and sharp cunning. It took time - time she really didn't have - and a great deal of pain and loss, but she slipped them eventually. Shrugged off the shroud of who she had been - who she was made to be - and stepped confidently into her new life.

Her son was born nine days after her freedom had finally, fully been assured.

He was small and perfect in every way. Soft and warm cradled close to her chest, unblemished by the cruelty of the world as he slept soundly in her arms. Even as exhausted as she was after such a long labor, she couldn't bring herself to sleep. Her attention narrowed down entirely on his every quiet breath, his downy soft hair, his round peaceful face.

In the weeks that followed his eyes would shift and change from a newborn's blue to her own green. It would take years before she could know if he inherited any of his father's features, but that was fine. He was hers and hers alone.

She named him Damian.

In another life she would name him with her father in mind. That her son would rise as Heir to the Demon and conquer the world. That he'd stand as ruler of all.

In this one, she named him with hope in her heart that what he would master was his own life. That he would never be forced to bow to the will of anyone else. To be made to act as servant or puppet. Let him tame his fate into something good and kind and happy.

She did her best to give him the life he deserved.

Lavished him with all her love and affection. Gave him everything he could ever want or need. The friends she began making for herself - not just trusted allies, but friends - laughed that she would spoil him rotten. It was probably true, but she didn't have it in her to care.

Her son would have the childhood he would have been denied if raised raised in the home of either of their fathers. Her father would have demand harsh lessons and frightened obedience and impossible standards. Damian's would have tried - she knew her Beloved would have tried - but his heart would always be for his city first and all else, even his children, second.

Talia kept tabs on both of them, covertly. Ensured she always kept a healthy distance from anything that involved her father or his people. Gathered stories of her Beloved's exploits to share with her son when he was old enough to hear them.

It gave her insight on just what choosing her Beloved would have meant. Reassured her that while not choosing her father had been the right choice, choosing her Beloved would have been the wrong one.

Bruce Wayne was a good man. Brilliant and driven with his kind heart and admirable goals. Breathtaking in his skill and ability.

Disappointing in his parenting skills.

Talia knew she was lacking as a parent herself. That her own upbringing had left its scars and that try as she might she'd undoubtedly end up doing the same to her own child over the years. But she always pushed herself hard towards improving, in making herself better for the tiny boy that she loved more than anything else. And she felt satisfied that in the very least that when presented with options on how her and her son's life would be, she'd made the one that was best for Damian.

Not the life of an assassin or a vigilante, but the life of a child.

A child who was taught some of the skills of both the worlds she'd turned her back on, admittedly, but only ever for his own protection. Damian was safer knowing how to hide, how to escape, how to fight. She had done her best, but there was always the looming threat that they might be found one day. She needed to be sure he was ready, if that time ever come.

She didn't teach him the way she was taught.

When her son fumbled or failed she gently corrected him. Walked him through what he'd done wrong, how he could improve. Made a game out of the experience so that he came running up to her on toddling feet with bright eyes begging that they have a lesson. His excitement and delight in it all made him a better student then her fear and desperate need for her father's approval and affection.

There was a day she caught sight of him, all of four years old, tiny face scrunched in a look of concentration as he practiced the form she'd taught him the day before with his small, wooden practice sword. Some of his father's features lingered at the edges of his face, but he'd deepened his resemblance to her by picking up her mannerisms and expressions. Her son, going through the same steps and motions she had when she'd been his age, little body wobbling as he turned to fast before plopping on the ground with a tiny oof.

Talia had small silver scars on the back of her hands, so thin and so old as to nearly be invisible anymore. They burned all the same as she recalled herself stumbling in nearly the same way. Stomach churning as she remembered the terror she'd felt as her instructor had snatched her up by her hair and drug her over to a low table, holding her hands in place with a massive hand. The way she'd bit her lip hard enough that her mouth filled with blood as he struck her with the thin lash, knowing that if she cried the punishment would be all the worse.

Damian only blinked his big green eyes and scowled the same way she did whenever something of minor importance didn't go the way she wanted it to. Then he saw her standing there in the doorway watching him and his face lit up, bright as the son and just as beautiful as he jumped to his feet and darted over to her. Tiny hand clinging to the loose fabric of her pant leg as he begged her show me again Mama!

It was moments like that where she knew beyond any shadow of a doubt she'd made the right choice.

Her father would have broken her brilliant, kind hearted son. Would have done to him what was done to her to forge Damian into a weapon.

Her beloved...

He would never hurt her son like that. Not the way her father and his loyal followers would. But she couldn't ignore the fact that Damian would still be hurt all the same under his father's tutelage.

Talia knew the man she loved well. Adored his strengths, but was not blind to his flaws. He kept his heart well guarded, hidden behind imposing walls of silence and razor wire of words he didn't truly mean. Still kind, but horribly distant when it came to those he cared for most. It shielded him some, perhaps, but it left those who loved him feeling lost and alone.

She saw how Dick Grayson had grown over the years. Tall and clever and lonely and bitter. Fighting for independence, for acknowledgement, for his father to speak words of love and respect. Things Bruce felt but almost never said unless he thought things were dire.

She saw too how the heavy weight of her Beloved's priorities weighed up on his second son.

Young Jason Todd who saw magic in the harsh world he'd been drawn into and desired to be the protection for others that he never had growing up. She saw much of herself in him, though he faced the world with far more hope than she had at his age. He was a bright boy with a good heart that had weathered a harsh upbringing that Talia could sympathize with. There was a familiar anger in him too, broiling just beneath the surface, flaring up and burning him as much as everyone else when triggered.

Most of all though Talia could see the desperate loneliness that had marred her own life in the boy. The soul deep fear of abandonment. The painful desire for love from a father that always seemed to stay at arm's length who spoke rarely of affection and often of missions to be completed.

She kept a close eye on her Beloved's second Robin.

When he left for Ethiopia, searching for family in a stranger that had already given him up, she'd followed.

Jason only ever wanted family and love. A good boy, bright and fierce and brave. A boy Talia saw a lot of herself in, who faced the world with such determined brightness in spite of the pain and hardship he'd known.

Shelia Haywood took that boy that Talia had grown so fond of, took his trust and his love and crushed it beneath her heel. Callously handed him over to the Joker without a second thought. As if he was disposable, as if he was nothing more than a puppet to use and toss away when it suited her.

Talia had risked everything when she'd decided she would not choose either her father or her Beloved. She'd turned her back on her entire life, everything that had ever been and ever could be on either side. She spent months running, hiding, fighting and killing, in orchestrating a plan that could outwit and outmaneuver the two most brilliant men she knew. And she'd done it all so that her son could live free, as master of his own life.

Jason Todd had come to Ethiopia looking for a mother.

Talia, with blood on her hands and a burning warehouse behind her as she carried his broken body to safety, made sure he found one.

[lewoooooo]

There are too many pictures in the last post, so keep posting them

The story about last picture:

[mirawwis]

'why?'

[trying-out-stuff]

I’m crying thanks 😊

She just wanted someone who love her and understood her with all the bagage that comes with being daughter of the demon …

And she wanted to go to med school and I don’t even know if she ever graduated for real.

And Damian knowing all of this and already has complex feelings with her and Bruce💔💔💔

Continuing my post abt Damian going back in time and meeting Talia but it's YOUNG ADULT Talia who rants about how Bruce is the love of her life and how he'll help her escape from her father's clutches and finally help her live a normal life away from being her father's weapon FULLY KNOWING HIS PARENT AREN'T TOGETHER BECAUSE THEY BROKE UP AFTER HE WAS BORN AND SHE COULD NEVER FULLY ACHIEVE LEAVING RA'S AL GHUL AND THE LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS AND NEVER BECAME A DOCTOR BECAUSE OF HIMMMMMMM

[snaileer]

Call to my Bedside - 3

Part 1:

When Maddie wakes up with chains around her wrists and a pounding her head, she is surprised to see her family in front of her.

As she blinks in the darkness, ignoring the way her eyes won’t focus, her surprise gradually washes into fast-paced terror.

It’s not just her family in front of her, but also her children’s friends. Her son’s friends.

But her son is nowhere to be seen. Amongst the grime and dinge of the space, there is no unruly mass of black hair.

She counts again. 1, 2-

1, 2,-

Her son exists as a group of three to her.

Jazzy, Jack, and Danny.

Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, and Danny.

But- she counts again.

1, 2-  1, 2-

Her son is not here. Danny is not here.

Her family is injured, Jazz and Jack in one cell and the kids in another, her in yet one more, and her son is missing.

Maddie tries to remember what happened, why she is injured, where they are, why-

There were people, she had fought them, all black clothes and blades, Jazz had come downstairs at the sound, Jack had defended her, Maddie watched them both go down under a blow, the distraction enough- Danny had never come home from school.

Her husband starts to rouse, a low groan.

“Jack.” She whispers harshly, “Jack!”

“Maddie-kins?” Jack mumbles, trying to push himself upright but stumbling when he realizes his hands are bound together by manacles.

His are not chained to the wall like her own, but they are still heavy steel.

“I’m here Jack, I’m alright,” She can see him turn to her in the dim light, “Banged up, but alright.”

Indignant anger flashes across her husband’s face, “Who did this? What happened-those people!” Jack increasingly gets louder, “The ninja people! They got past our ghost barrier-!”

“They’re not ghosts, hun,” Maddie cuts in, making him look over.

Some of his righteous exuberance fades, “Then why..?”

Maddie shakes her head, immediately regretting it, headache increasing as she tries to talk, “I don’t know. But Jack, Danny’s not here, I don’t know where he is, but he never came home, something’s wrong-“

“Danno!” Jack yells, looking frantically over the group through the bars between them.

Finally, his volume seems to rouse the others. Sam and Tucker both wake with a lurch, Jazz soon on their heels with a groan.

“Danny!” Sam yells, looking around them, “They got Danny!”

“And my tech!” Tucker yells, hands patting himself down.

Sam glares at him, “That’s what you’re worrying about?!”

“What, like having a satellite capable PDA wouldn’t be helpful right now!? Danny told us to run, you’re the one who made us stay-!”

“We weren’t gonna leave him-“

“Oh well look at us now, we’re not doing much better than-“

“Kids!” Maddie yells, and their heads snap over to her, “What are you talking about? Where’s Danny?”

For some reason they both seem to glance at Jazz before answering, receiving a hesitant nod.

Sam started, “We don’t know where he is now, but we were walking home and something exploded-“

“We thought it was just another ghost attack!” Tucker cut in, looking increasingly distressed, “But then Danny was fighting off these freaky ninja people, and telling us to run-“

“But we couldn’t just leave him there! We tried to help-

“There were so many, and they grabbed us and then we saw them grab Danny and…-“ Tucker stopped, looking down at the chains on his wrists, “And then we woke up here…Mrs.Fenton, where are we?”

“I don’t know, hun,” Maddie looked at her son’s friend, then to her own daughter, her husband, “But we’ll figure it out. And then we’re going to find Danny.”

Jack beamed at her, his trust in her confidence shining through.

She wished she believed it even half as much.

——

The first time they come, a group of five people, still dressed in black, weapons lining their body, Maddie yells and shouts. Demands they tell her where Danny is. They are silent.

They methodically go to each of their cells in pairs, one pointing a gun and the other setting down a bag of food. Military rations.

She screams and yells the entire time.

When they go to Maddie’s cell last, removing one arm from her shackles so she can eat, she takes advantage, lashing out with a yell and just as much anger as vicious desperation.

She punches the one nearest, a sloppy front kick displacing the other’s gun pointed at her.

Before she can attack again, one arm still pulled back to the wall behind her, the click of a safety coming off silences her.

The rest of the chapter is thru Ao3, cuz Tumblr says its too long. *^*

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[soulless-bex]

in which Jason helped raise Damian while in the League but no one knows. Damian never mentioned it because he was told that it was important to keep it a secret when he first was sent to Gotham because Jason was “undercover” and later on both are way too emotionally constipated to admit to their father/son-ish relationship

but it’s also still obvious there’s something there after the family reconciles because Damian, without even realizing he’s doing it, tends to orbit around Jason when he’s around and seek him out for approval/confort/help/whatever. Jason too is unusually mindful of Damian.

but no one truly realizes what’s going on between them because honestly, without evidence, coming to the conclusion that Talia had Bruce’s dead teenage son raise Bruce’s infant son while she was training both of them to become assassins is incredibly surreal. and mostly everyone just avoids the subject of what happened with Jason between him dying and him coming back to Gotham

(bonus point if Damian still has a parental relationship with Bruce and Dick but Jason still is his number one parent and remains undefeated despite literally all of his other parental figures efforts to have a better relationship with him)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 104

 Danny finds himself reincarnating, giving it a try so to say. A new start of sorts, though he knows that Tucker will also be somewhere in the world and Sam will be keeping an eye whenever she’s not working on her uh, internship with Overgrowth. 

 He somehow, despite being in a world of heroes and villains, ends up reincarnating into some sort of assassin cult. Apparently he is keeping the Fenton luck despite a new life. Along with his white hair from his ghost form. Which is understandable with how there’s an ecto-pool in the room over. 

 He’s pretty sure his father is a fruitloop too, maybe. Well, technically he was a fruitloop for a human, but again. Ecto-pool that he was apparently taking dips in. At least this time he has some baby sisters- even if the toddler one keeps trying to stab him. 

 Honestly, feels like home. 

[aethertetsuya]

DP x DC 💡 ♻️

Parent Swap

A Desiree Wish gone wrong (?) or maybe the kids had enough and decides to do something about their respective parents.

The Wayne kids had enough of Talia and Bruce relationship so they put them in a Parent Swap TV program. Brucie has no choice. Talia just wants to grant her habibi's birthday wish.

The Fentons are running a bit low on cash since they ended their GIW contracts. So when the idea of getting a "vacation/research" opportunity to Gotham appears, they take it. The catch is its a Parent Swap Program.

Let chaos begin.

[spicy-apple-pie]

[zeynyukine3011]

This page is so fucked up, if you stop and think about it a little. Batman, the hero of Gotham who protects everyone, the hero who comforts children with lollipops, intended to send his own 10 year old son to an abusive place.

In this context, Talia is a horrible mother who can (and did) willingly kill her own son. Damian didn't even meet her until he was eight. He was deprived of a mother's and father's love. Talia was an abusive and evil character, a cartoonish, a two dimensional villain.

In this context, League of Assassins wasn't an organisation that wanted to make world a better place for animals and plants. They gassed Damian's pets because apparently they were a weakness. They were a cult who terrorised everything and everyone with only evil intentions.

And Bruce Wayne, Batman, wanted to send his son, a ten year old child who didn't know anything other than pain, death and suffering, to this abusive cult and to his abusive mother just because he saw a dream of an evil Batman. He didn't even know it was Damian, he just assumed it was. And it took Damian's death to prove him that it actually wasn't him.

Bruce might have not abused Damian with his own hands, but sending him to League of Assassins, even while Damian said that he wanted to stay with his father, begged him to not send him to his mother, even while before this, Damian still had chosen Bruce over Talia, is abusive.

Writer tried to justify it by saying, "Oh, yes, this child will be a very evil adult when he grows up.". But that's also fucked up in it's own. No one should be punished for something they didn't do.

You see a dream in which your child allegedly becomes a villain in the future. So instead of, you know, raising him to be a better person and teaching him to be a hero, you sent him to a villain organisation where he will be a bigger threat by being a worldwide villain, not just a Gotham villain. Great idea, Bruce 😃!

Damian was desperately trying to gain his father's approval, he was desperate for his father's love. He tried, repeatedly, to prove himself to Bruce. And in return Bruce did this. And yes, Damian died because of this. Because he wanted to show his father that he could be good. Thus, this made it his end.

And no one around them said that it wasn't a good idea to send a child to his abusive mother. So they are not blameless too.

So yeah, Grant Morrison didn't only butchered Talia's character, he butchered Bruce's too. Didn't anyone in DC realize how horrible this was?

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

I don't want a fanfic with friends to lovers brutalia, or lovers to enimes, or tragic romance,or second chances

Although all of them are absolutely delicious, I want a fanfic with enemies and lovers fanfic of them

Like make them hate each other for what they do, make them sabotage each other, be the kinda villain in both the others story, but have so much respect for the shit they have the guts for, but make them love eachother so much that they're willing to let them stab in their vital points just so it can end with a kiss

Like I don't only want banter I want Talia to run a dagger down Bruce's throat and let the blood run down to her white armour and use it as a substitute lipstick to kiss him on the face because she wants to leave lipstick stains on his face, and let Bruce and her meet up but he got her flowers which she's allergic to so she had to stay at his house for a day to recover, and I want angst and mourn a life where they could've loved normally, hate normally, I want COMPLICATED EMOTIONAL MORALS AND INTELLIGENCE DAMMIT

(also please let them be good parents 😭😭)

[gothamite-rambler]

Talia giving her son a hug for the first time

Talia (begged): Damian, please don’t cry. Ra didn’t mean to break your toy.

Ra (from another room, doubling down): That’s a lie! I would do it again!

Five-year-old Damian was in tears, finished wailing over his broken spinner toy. He rubbed his eyes, still sniffling. Ra’s Al Ghul had stomped on the toy after scolding Damian for "leaving his things all over the place," despite it being an accident.

Damian (sobbing): I want akh Jason back!

Talia: I know, but he won't return my calls. Please, don’t cry.

Ra's (scolding): Did you just say “please” to a child?! Handle him, or I will!

Talia: Father, I can manage this!

Talia grabbed a handkerchief and gently wiped her son's tears away, soothingly rubbing his cheek to calm him down.

Talia: Oh my little Tifl, I promise I’ll get you a new toy, and we’ll put them somewhere safe so grandpa can’t break them for no reason again. It's... not your fault. It's not.

Damian sniffled and pouted at the sight of his broken toy. Talia’s heart raced at the sight of her sad little boy. She quickly checked to ensure her father wouldn't storm in; the door to the playroom was closed, and they were safe for the moment.

She sat down next to Damian, picked him up, and wrapped him in an awkward but comforting mom hug.

Talia (singing softly): You're my little tifl, yes you are. Mommy’s got you, don’t you cry. I am here for yo. I love you... Don’t cry... I love you and I'm here for you.

Damian’s tears began to fade as he hugged his mother back with a smile.

Talia (smiling): Did you like that?

Damian nodded eagerly, kicking his little feet in delight.

Talia (sincere): I liked it too. And I don’t care what Father thinks. Do you?

Damian tapped his chin, then shook his head with a bright smile.

Talia (laughing softly): I love you, my little tifl.

Ra's, listening from the other room, let out a loud groan for Talia to hear, but she merely rolled her eyes, holding Damian tightly in her embrace.

Arabic words used:

*akh - brother

*tifl - child (but Talia uses it as a term of endearment to her son)

[lewoooooo]

My thought: "Son of the Demon" Talia will be very angry with "Batman Incorporated"Talia

I wrote down the story of the picture of Talia that I thought about but didn't draw:

Talia will pretend to be Talia in red and give orders to save Damian. She gets extremely angry and hurts everyone who stands in her way.

When she almost killed Talia in Red, Bruce stopped her. He comes with Damian. (After confirming that Damian is okay, he wants to know why Talia changed her mind.)

Talia calms down when she sees they're all right. She accepts not to kill Talia in red, but on condition that she is imprisoned. Then she continues to pretend to be Talia in red, cooperating with them to solve the remaining problems.

Talia in Red: You're pathetic.

Talia: You don't know what you hurt.

Before returning to the original world, Talia had some conversations with Bruce and Damian.

With Damian

Talia: Habibi, your name is as good as I thought. I'm glad you're living so happily with your father.

Damian: …Am I not in your world? …or did you abandon me too? You didn't even give me a name.

Talia: I—I don't know if I'm right. I want you to grow up safely and happily, so I sent you to a good family.

Damian: …If I were him, I'd want to live with you.

Talia: Thanks, habibi. I'll always miss you.

With Bruce

Bruce: I just heard your conversation with Damian. Sounds like we broke up? What happened to us?

Talia: As long as I'm by your side, you'll put yourself in danger to protect me. It's not always that good luck, if…so I left.

Bruce: *sigh* Talia, I really love you. When I knew you had a miscarriage, I felt more pain than I hurt physically. I feel guilty that I didn't protect you. I thought you left me because you were disappointed in me.

Talia: Beloved, I'm sorry…

Bruce: We'll never get out of danger, but at least you'll be by my side. So when you get back, please don't leave me again.

Talia: I PROMISE. Beloved, promise me you'll protect our son and yourself, even if it's me.

Bruce: I will.

🦇🏠

Back in the original world, Talia brings Damian back and explains everything to Bruce. Bruce forgive her.

They live together at Wayne Manor and met a circus boy who lost his parents, a hungry boy who stole the tires of a Batmoblie, and a lonely neighbor boy.