#tea with dcdweeb

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Bath, Earl Grey, and Sensuality

Pairing: Damian Wayne/Robin + Raven

Rating: T

Author’s Note: Supposedly takes place during or after Justice League Dark: Apokolips War. I’m not fully investing in Damirae just yet, but this is my first attempt at something that may lead to a bigger story. 

So imagine the war ends and at least Damian and Raven survive and rebuild the tower, from interior design to indoor plumbing, after any given time. Despite their victory, the two are inseparable and rely on each other’s company to help with the healing. The chance for romance begins to blossom…

For @tigerdude94, @rachelalghul, @chromium7sky, @lunastar92, @damnshipper, @dcgzilla, @quothxthexravenx, @dcdweeb, @grassfour, @xxitzmikoxx, @andthendk, @unk-vi, @ravenfan1242, @raventrigonsdaughter, and other Damirae shippers. (If I missed you, let me know for future stories!)

He shampooed her hair for her and carefully massaged the nape of her neck and behind her ears. When he was done, he gently pushed her forward, and she slid under the water, using one hand to rinse the suds from her locks. He hoped that she wouldn’t suspect his wish for her to accidentally lose her hold on the towel and expose her bosom to him. He replayed in his mind the image of her turned to face him when she asked him not to leave, how she had her upper body turned and he could see the curve and smoothness of her rear and thighs. 

To indicate how he felt, he lathered shampoo onto a washrag and rubbed over her back and shoulders, and then between her breasts and collarbone. She rinsed herself as he smoothed conditioner through her hair. As he waited for a minute to wash it out, he grazed his fingers over the murky bath water and closed his eyes to fantasize about being in the tub with her, holding her in his arms and indulging in this kind of intimacy. It was something his own parents had and never would have had, even if he wanted it for them. A kind of bitterness stabbed his heart to think that he was the product of rape, not love-making, and even worse that the girl in front of him was conceived in a similar way. 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice her under the water again. When he snapped to his senses, she had her face poking from the surface and her elbows holding the towel in place. He dipped his hands under the water again to rub her hair and run his fingers down her strands. 

Even though she was done, she didn’t make an effort to drain the tub or notion a desire to leave. She stretched her legs and poked her toes from the water. “Something on your mind, Raven?” he asked. 

She took a deep breath. “Many things…” She took his hands to hold in hers. For a moment, he thought that she would let him touch her breasts over the towel. What did this mean? He looked away and tried to think about the rebuilding that the two of them were involved in, rebuilding the planet for the survivors so they could live in buildings and eat real food and have running water and no longer fear for their lives against Darkseid. He had her with him, and while it was nice to hold hands and smile, he didn’t push for anything, as it would have left him even more vulnerable to a personal loss.

After three minutes, she pushed herself up. “I should get out,” she said. 

His heart sank, but he agreed and unfolded a towel to hand to her. She let the purple one fall off her body as she wrapped the white one around herself, and he kindly wrapped a brown one around her hair. When she finished patting herself dry, he carried her bridal style to her room and laid her down on the bed that Lois and Clark had purchased for her, with bedding identical to the ones she had lost. She finished towel-drying her hair and untied the one around her body so she could change herself into a silk negligee with black lace straps and a skirt that reached two inches down her thighs. 

He mentally cursed and looked away. Not only did this make her too damn attractive, but he couldn’t tell if this was intentional him to see. Unsure of what to do next, he folded the towels onto his lap. “Anything else you need me to do?” he asked. 

“A cup of tea,” she said. “Earl Grey, lemon slice.”

After he left to boil water, she laid back and stared at the ceiling. She lost track of how long it had been since the fall of the Titans, easily the darkest day of her life. A new world to live in… None of the other Titans… Few of the Justice League… In that moment, even though she could not get close to her mother, she wished that the woman who birthed her was at her side to be a loving, doting mother. 

He returned with two cups of tea and stiffly sat at the foot of her bed. She drank half her tea in silence, as did he, until she finished hers and set it on the nightstand. He instead stared into his cup and replayed his predecessor’s death in his mind. It was losing Grandfather all over again but worse, because he did not have the hope that the Lazarus Pit would bring him back to life. He remembered feeling so helpless even if Nightwing was annoying at times, like a strict older brother.   

Then she took his teacup out of his hands. He turned to face her. “You were losing concentration,” she said with a shrug. “You don’t want to burn yourself.”

As she set the cup beside her own, he noticed a strap that fell off her shoulder. He instantly reached forward and put the strap in place, even though it only made her more like an erotic demon. Images came to him, images of the nightgown off her body, himself bare, the two of them under the sheets absorbed in kisses, his hands indulging in the smoothness of her supple skin, touching the parts of a woman that he would never have. 

Her eyes stared wide at him, and he worried that he mistakenly grazed over her breast and felt her nipple under the material. “You’re conflicted,” she said. “I can feel it.”

His stomach sank. He had forgotten about that. “I apologize,” he said coolly. What if she read his mind and could see him imagining her in the shower with him, kissing and soaked under the water pouring over them like rain?

“Damian…”

He took a shaky breath and moved his head, where she was sitting up, her legs over the edge of the bed. She cautiously reached for his face as though she were about to touch fire. When her lips parted, he inched forward into his first kiss. 

She tasted like Earl Grey and mint toothpaste. Luckily, she responded and wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her hip and shoulder to hold her better. 

She was the one who broke away, but he saw lust and curiosity in her eyes, so he knew there was no regret on her part. “How long have you felt this way?” she asked. 

“A while,” he responded. Then they kissed again and fell back onto her bed. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and he tried not to imagine what they looked like. She didn’t wrap her legs around his waist, which he was thankful for in case she would regret it. He raked his fingers through her hair and wrapped the strands around his fingers. 

Her arms slid from his neck so her hands could touch his shoulders. “May I…feel your back?” she asked. 

He uncoiled the hair from his hand and sat back, but he instead stripped off his turtleneck. A more powerful wave of lust filled her eyes, and she pulled him back for a more aggressive kiss. He didn’t think she was a virgin from the way she stroked up his spine and circled the small of his back. In response, he pushed his chest against hers and exhaled through his nose. She stopped kissing him, but he couldn’t tell if she was focused on how he breathed or was starting to regret this activity. 

“May I kiss…down your neck?” he whispered against her lips. He didn’t want to stop or lose her interest.

“Sure,” she breathed. He took his time down that curve, and she was so aroused from this. He smirked and pulled the strap from her shoulder to kiss the skin there.

Then she pulled away and yawned over his head. He immediately stopped. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. He knew that if he did, it might make for an awkward morning. 

She arched her back under him and tightened her arms around his back. “Stay here…for the night.” She looked into his eyes. “Stay here…with me.”

He pulled her up with one arm and pulled down the sheets with his free hand. She guided him under the sheets and pressed herself against his chest–his broad, muscular chest that was so smooth and warm. 

“Good night,” they whispered to each other. Ironically, he fell asleep while he smoothed his fingertips up and down her arm, but she stayed awake longer to think if they were to do more in the future. 

What if they woke up together and greeted each other with morning kisses that gradually grew? What if his hand slid up her thigh and under her negligee to feel her hip and waist in their natural smoothness? She knew her body well enough to know where he would have to touch her for an aroused reaction. If she had to choose, she would rather he feel her breasts before her crotch. She would let him touch her there but not go in her. First, after he felt her chest, she would let him see her bare breasts, her negligee down to her ribs. His mouth wouldn’t feel them yet, though. 

As for her, she wanted to trace every muscle in his arm and abdomen, feel with her fingertips and palms every curve and crease for him to hitch his breath and sharply exhale. If he let her touch him, she would only feel him but not pull on him or the flesh under it. 

If it led to naked kissing, she hoped that he wouldn’t want to go in her. It couldn’t be considered making love if they didn’t already have a deep appreciation for each other in their barest forms. It was something they needed to do more than once before they would go that far. Raven thought about naked kissing, her body on top of his, the two of them kissing and playing with each other’s hair, until she fell asleep.

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The Hardest of Hearts

This is my first one shot I am making this a RobRae with Damian Wayne and Raven from Justice League vs. Teen Titans. Inspired by The Hardest of Hearts by Florence + the Machine

 There is love in your body, but you can't hold it in It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts.

            Damian Wayne was known for many things, being the grandson of Ra’s Al Ghul, being the son of Batman, being difficult and spoiled, being noble, being kind to animals, his cleverness, his looks, his ruthlessness. He was known most of all for having the hardest heart in the family, besides Bruce. When he was first put with the Teen Titans, he was sullen and angry that his father just shipped him away. He was volatile and brusque with everyone until he met her.

           Raven was something he did not expect. She was aloof and brusque, but she was clever like him and quick-witted. She was dark and quiet and mysterious, and he longed to know more about her because she was the hardest to read. The feel of her in her mind was something that at first was unwelcome, however over time he came to long for that same gentle touch. Her scent was dark and warm like the incense he would burn in his room on stressful nights. She passed through a room like a shadow that encompassed all the crevices of his mind.

           Raven was known for many things magic, being the daughter of Trigon, being a demon, being creepy, a witch, and a Satan worshipper (which was far from the truth), she was known for being introverted, cruel, mean, apathetic, and for being negative. She was known most of all for being the conscience of the team and having the hardest heart in the tower. When she first came to the Titans with the prophecy still over her head, scared, and alone, she was volatile and brusque with everyone, until she realized that she needed friends. Friends that would help her overcome her struggles and that she could love in place of the family she never had.

Robin was known for advanced weapons tactics, masterful command of missions, strategy, and his willingness to put others before themselves. As vicious as he was there were still signs of greatness within him that she admired. And, as much as she would never admit it, seeing him in all of his glory while he was fighting was quite the sight to see. He was graceful and stealthy and a force to be reckoned with. When she met him, he was mean to her, but she recognized that he was hiding behind his sarcasm. Damian was hiding behind Robin, the son of Bruce Wayne, and the grandson of Ra’s Al Ghul.

When she met Damian for the first time at the carnival, she was surprised to find someone much like herself. He was funny and smart and a fantastic dancer. Watching him dance was almost as entertaining as watching him fight. His grace and his balance were always perfect, never missing a beat. He even won her a prize.

They found themselves quite some time later, after the battle, after he convinced her to come home with the rest of the team, after she had met all of his brothers, and after she had come to know everything he hated about himself, together. Together alone in the tower, it was quiet, a rarity, and Damian was in his room practicing tai chi, while Raven was meditating in her own. She was keeping a sliver of her consciousness on him. The emotions he was radiating earlier screamed rage and hurt. She knew he would come to her when he wanted to.

She didn’t have to wait long. He came into her room about four hours later, his aura less angry red and slightly more of a calmer, though darker than what she would have liked, shade of green. He was carrying a tray of tea, jasmine by the scent, with lemon and sugar and shortbread cookies and raspberry jam, some of her favorites and some of his. She nodded her head at him, and he walked inside, placing the tray on her bed and sitting on it. She came down from where she was floating and sat beside him. Immediately his shoulders relaxed, moving closer to her and sitting by her side. He doctors the tea to her liking and passes her the cup. Thanking him with a small smile she takes the cup and takes a long drink. He makes his cup and leans against the pillows.

“Why is it that I can never seem to impress him?” He says quietly like he is scared she would push him away.

“You do, constantly. He has pride in you, but he has a hard time showing his emotions, you know that.” She responds calmly.

“Would it kill him to say something though?” he pouts, rare for him, “he says it to Grayson and Drake all the time. I’m the blood son but I get sent off here while they get taken on all the important missions.”

Raven laughed. If only he knew how much Bruce actually cared about him.

“What’s so funny, witch girl?” he snapped.

“He wants you to be happy and safe, Damian. That’s all he wants. He wants you to have friends and to be happy. He knows that that is an impossibility at school so he thinks you will find friends here.”

“Tch, I would make friends if I wanted them.” He groused. She saw right through him. He already thought of her as a friend and Jaime and even Garfield, when he wasn’t playing with Damian’s knives.

“You already have friends Damian. He is happy you have the team. He expects you to lead the Justice League one day.”

“Really? Well, I would expect nothing less from him.” Damian smirked. There he was. The love in his eyes that shone only for her and the cockiness that drew her further in. He leans into her side and she positions them that he is lying with his head on her stomach. She quickly works her hands into his thick black hair. He closes his eyes as she runs her hands softly through the locks humming a song that she heard once.

“What are you humming, habibti?” He asks. She blushes and the candles on her vanity ignite.

“A song by Florence + the Machine. I just started listening to her and I like her music, it’s very dark.”

“Sing to me, beloved. I love to hear your voice.” A declaration, something to treasure. So rarely do they openly declare their mutual feelings and established relationship in the open air, preferring instead to use gentle and subtle touches and looks and the shadow of night to show their love. She laughs.

              “There is love in your body but you can't hold it in It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts”

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply enjoying the sound of her voice. She was a good singer, though most don’t know she has the talent. Something about music being invented by demons and that’s why it is an inherent thing for demons to be able to dance and sing well.  

“The hardest of hearts The hardest of hearts The hardest of hearts

There is love in your body but you can't get it out It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste”

The music may well have been speaking of them, two souls one and the same with the hardest of hearts that love has begun to soften and tame. Their nondescript shows of affection have prevented all but perhaps his father from knowing of their relationship.

“Darling heart, I loved you from the start But you'll never know what a fool I've been Darling heart, I loved you from the start But that's no excuse for the state I'm in

The hardest of hearts The hardest of hearts The hardest of hearts

There is love in our bodies and it holds us together But pulls us apart when we're holding each other We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight

There is love in your body but you can't get it out It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth Sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste”

Neither one of them, despite their cleverness, had much of a way with loving words, a product of how they grew up he supposed. Though it never mattered to either one of them. He loved her despite the fact that there would be no drawn-out love declarations or public shows of affection. It made them both uncomfortable. He preferred this, sitting in her room with her as she sung or read. Together they were at peace and that meant more to him than any flashy show of shallow affection.

“Darling heart, I loved you from the start But you'll never know what a fool I've been Darling heart, I loved you from the start But that's no excuse for the state I'm in

The hardest of hearts The hardest of hearts The hardest of hearts

My heart swells like a water at work Can't stop myself before it's too late Hold on to your heart 'Cause I'm coming to take it Hold on to your heart 'Cause I'm coming to break it

Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on The hardest of hearts (hold on, hold on) The hardest of hearts (hold on, hold on) The hardest of hearts (hold on)”

 There was one thing the song got wrong though, he was never going to break her heart.

@nxttime @batfam-imagines@dcuniversefanatic @dcdweeb @dc-hoe @justbatfamheadcannons

[soboroki]

Tea with Dcdweeb: Fanon Dick Grayson

The phenomenon of fanon is when a fandom takes what is canon and try to reform it to their own interpretation. Now by the title we’re going to be talking about Fanon Dick Grayson. It is different from canon because this is how fans see Dick Grayson and traits they chose for them compare to his canon traits.

So, I’m going to list the most common fanon traits of Grayson that I see a lot on Tumblr.

Dick Grayson is the “happy” Robin. This is the most common trait of fanon Grayson out there, and in my opinion the most annoying. Writing him off as just “happy” is very one-dimensional. He has his trauma, he can get angry, he has insecurities, he feels pain. For a character who has been through so much in eighty years of existence, you think he’s rainbow and sunshine all the time? Not saying he doesn’t have happy moments because he does. Dick is obviously a positive influence in the hero community. C’mon put some respect on his character.

Dick Grayson the “womanizer”. Unfortunately the comics gives off this impression that Dick is always going from women to women. I know two situations shouldn’t been seen like that because of the non-consensual context. Anyway, I do believe it mostly has to do with the fact that he’s an attractive male character. Which is pretty shallow way to think about the character if you ask me. For a character who is known to be very loyal don’t you think that trait would be pass on to his love life? Hell, the man has two well-known and committed relationships. One more thing I want to include is someone in the fandom is calling Dick “Slutwing” now which further pushes the narrative that he sleeps with everyone he comes into contact to with.

His cereal addiction. This one seems so random? Like where did this even come from? Why cereal of all foods? I find this one stupidly funny until fans started to make it a personality trait, and it just became stale like old cereal.

Not the “smart” Robin. I personally blame Tim Drake stans for this one because they label him as the “smart and detective” Robin (even tho Dick is a great detective) and Dick gets dumb down. Dick was not the first Robin, leader of the first Titans group, hell I think he lead the Justice League, was Batman in all his eighty years of existence for y’all to disrespect him like that.

Dick Grayson is reckless. I blame the Grayson comic for this, escpecially the story that was included in the Robin 80th Anniversary issue. It’s the perfect example of how fans and even writers think that Dick just jump into situations without thinking first. If that was the case then he wouldn’t be a trusted leader to the Teen Titans and Titans and been trusted to be Batman. Seriously he deserves way more respect than that.

If I left out any other fanon traits please let me know in the comments. Remember this is not hate to anyone who likes this version of Dick Grayson, but as for someone who loves this character and is learning about his core traits, it gets frustrating to see how his character is perceived.

[soboroki]

Tea with Dcdweeb: Tom King Edition

It’s about time I made a post about this man knowing all the shit he has pulled in comics this past year. So sit back, relax, and watch me drag this man through filth.

First, lets discuss the tragedy that was the BatCat wedding. He called it off because King believes Bruce can’t be Batman if he’s happy which is complete bullshit. If you ask me, I think that’s a fundamental aspect of a hero. That would boost Bruce’s motivation to be Batman to know he has love ones to fight for, not only the citizens of Gotham. Now during the buildup for the wedding, one of my issues was Tom implying that Bruce didn’t have happiness before he got engage to Selina; no disrespect to her but Selina isn’t his only source of happiness. Unless the dingdong forgot Bruce has many children (we don’t do that “one” son bullshit) Alfred, his friends that brings light to his life. Another issue I had with pre-wedding BatCat is how Bruce and Selina refer to each other as “Bat” and “Cat” like what? It’s just awkward knowing full-grown adults call each other the names of the animals they dress up as. Like I understand if they call each other that during their night jobs, but out of costume? It’s ridiculous. Also, and someone can correct me if I’m wrong because I don’t read the Batman comic, but judging from what I’ve read in the anti-Tom King tags, the man made Bruce more of an incompetent man-child and having Selina doing everything for him. Also I’m going to mention briefly of the almost love triangle Tom created between Bruce, Diana and Selina. It would be unnecessary drama and not relatable to whatever plot was going on.

Next, is the Hero In Crisis mess. The first issue it killed off Roy and Wally. Just starting off the event with a banger huh, Tom? Literally. Booster Gold, another fan favorite character was killed off I think? Someone correct in the comments if I’m wrong. Some of the confessions were underwhelming to say the least. Especially the confessions with Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. They all sound the same with no individuality like c’mon King it isn’t hard to put in a little effort in these confessions.

Another problem I have with Tom is Batman issue #1000 which was suppose to be an important issue for the series. And it flopped. Like really flopped. The amount of times Tom King discredit Dick Grayson in that issue was ridiculous. My favorite part is Barbara comparing war to dating Dick. ..........what? I’m not a hardcore Barbara Gordon fan, and I don’t know too much about her character, but I know enough to know that it’s not something she would normally say. Especially about someone who is important to her, but go off King I guess.

Next, and this is my opinion, but in the Batman series I feel like Tom King puts Selina on this pedestal and gives her too much credit? Don’t get me wrong, Selina is capable of many things, but I think it’s a little unrealistic for her to take down the Flash, the FLASH with ease in that issue where Poison Ivy controls the League like what? Or how she defeated Talia in a swords fight. The TALIA AL GHUL who trained her whole life in swordsmanship, so for her to lose in her own ball park was uh interesting.

Speaking of Talia, as indifferent as I am about her, I have to sympathize with the character because Tom did her dirty in that issue. Like he tears down a woman to rise the other up. Also I’m about sick of this “Talia is only good as a villain” story. It’s old and it doesn’t do her character any justice. Stop, get some help.

The last thing I’m going to touch on, and it’s a very serious one. Um the way Bruce is being written by King is very problematic, and that’s probably me putting it lightly. I’m not going to get in too much detail because I will be doing a separate post talking about Bruce’s behavior in canon towards his family and whether or not he’s a good father. What I will say is making Bruce an abusive prick because he doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions properly is not okay. If this is Tom’s way of making Batman grittier and darker, it’s not the way.

That’s all for this “Tea with Dcdweeb” segment, and if I miss any scandals by Hell King then let me know in the comments or just reblog this post.

Til next time :)

[soboroki]

Tea with Dcdweeb Topics

I’m starting this series back up, so here’s a list of topics I’ll be talking about soon.

Anti- Jason Todd (this one will be out in a few days)

Anti- Joker

Bruce: Bad or Good Father

Joker Fetishizers

Anti Characters & Ships

Damian Wayne

Titans Season 2

Tim and Damian’s “Hatred”

Ric Grayson

Joker & Harley Quinn Relationship

Fandoms: Pros and Cons

Batfam Fandom

Anti- Tim Drake

Shipping Real People

Smut

Problematic Ships

Jason Todd Stans

Dick Grayson Stans

Tim Drake Stans

Damian Wayne Stans

Anti- Dick Grayson

Anti- Damian Wayne

Red Hood & the Outlaws

Fanon vs Canon

[soboroki]

These Tea with Dcdweeb posts that’ll be up in the next few days are going to be real interesting.

[soboroki]

The Reason Behind Tea with Dcdweeb

I think this post important to make because people are going to come across these posts, and I want them to know what’s the reason for them. Tea with Dcdweeb was created as a fun and creative to share my opinions on topics that are DC related. Basically me spilling the tea on what goes on in the fandom. My posts are not meant to be hateful in any way. Some might come off that way because I’m very opinionated and throw in some sarcastic undertones because that’s is just my personality. My opinions are not meant to be taken personally, and if you do take it personal, then that’s on you. I can’t control how you react to my posts. I say what I say and I mean what I say. I don’t care if you disagree with what I say because I don’t expect everyone to agree, that’s boring. I’ll respect people’s opinions as long as you’re sharing it respectfully. Besides I love having conversations with people with different opinions and learning others’ perspectives.

[soboroki]

Tea with Dcdweeb: Dick Grayson Edition

I think I should make this a series on my blog because they’re fun and love to read people’s responses to them.

Since Dick Grayson was the first Robin and I believe the first sidekick to be created in DC, I feel like a good amount of fans puts him on this pedestal. To me it makes sense to an degree. I mean this character is known as the light of DC, an inspiration and someone who’s meaningful to a lot of fans, so I understand having such expectations for him. Then it doesn’t make sense anymore when there’s so many people who labels Dick as “perfect” and god forbids the character do something that’s not “perfect” the fans go ballistic and say he’s ooc.

Example: When the first Titans trailer came out there was a scene of Robin beating up some guys, and I believe one of them was a pedophile so that’s why Dick was after him. Anyway the fight was brutal and so many people were loosing their shit. So much that they had the audacity to say it he was acting out of character and acting too much like Jason. I’m just like “bruh😐” literally loosing brain cells over the stupidity of people’s words.

First of all, Jason is not exclusive to anger. It’s an emotion that every human feels because y’know we’re human. Dick and Jason are humans who both feel anger, but what makes these characters different is how they express that anger. We all know Dicks’ notorious temper or we should. When he’s angry it’s ugly. He let his emotions take over and throws logic right out the window. That’s why it’s dangerous for the people around him because he tends to use excessive force when he gets in that state of mind, unaware of his actions until after he has calmed down. Then he usually feels guilty afterwards. Jason, on the other hand, is driven by his anger. He uses his anger to motivate him to take out the scums of Gotham. He’s aware of his actions and doesn’t regret it.

Some of you fans need to understand that Titans takes place during the time Dick leaves Bruce and doesn’t know what his place is in the world. He struggles to get out of Bruce’s shadow and becoming his own person. That’s why the Teen Titans is a very significant era in Dick’s life and why his relationship with Kory plays a big part in his character development because it shaped him to the character we all know and love.

In conclusion, Dick is someone who rose above his trauma. Who struggle with an identity crisis but found his place. He’s an emotional support system for a lot of people. He puts other people needs before his because he wants everyone around him to be happy. His happy go lucky nature is usually to hide the fact that he’s not okay, but puts on the act so no one he cares about has to worry. He’s caring and loving but has a temper like nobody’s business and can act cold and push people away, but it doesn’t take away the fact that when the weight of the world is on his shoulders he still manage to have hope and make the best out of his situation. He’s jokester but is also serious when the time calls for it. In conclusion, Dick Grayson isn’t this one-dimension character that some people make him out to be.

A/N: I’m back at it again. I think I should title these posts as “Tea with Dcdweeb” from now on because spilling the tea is all I do.

[soboroki]

Tea with Dcdweeb: Fiction vs Reality

Some of y’all about to be real mad at me, but it must be said.

This is kinda a follow up on this post right here. Alright, so I made my opinions on Batcest, and one statement I made upset someone and they reblog the op and shared their opinions and really made me think. What I had said is that, “if people ship incest in fiction does that mean they do in real life?” Which brings up the “fiction vs reality” debate and honestly, some of us are some real ass hypocrites when it comes to this topic. We’re ready to defend someone if they get criticized for writing sensitive topics in their stories. This post and this post are perfect examples of that. But god forbid if someone ships an incessant relationship in fiction their morales are questioned, but who’s there to jump to their defense and say there’s a difference between fiction and reality? I’m not going to act like a saint because I was the same hypocrite. If we’re going to preach about the difference between fiction and reality then keep the same energy when people like “problematic” ships.

For someone who don’t like incessant relationships in fiction and find them weird I have to remember it’s fiction and people are going to like what they like, and I’m not entitled to assume who someone is as a person when I don’t know them. I know some people are going to accuse me of supporting incest when I don’t at all, and I don’t tolerate it in fiction, but I’m going to do what everyone else should, and mind my damn business and scroll pass it if I don’t like it.

If you were offended by this post....... well if the shoe fits then wear it.

[soboroki]

Update: I found out the first episode of season 3 would be titled “Barbara Gordon”. Like that’s how they want to start the season off?? Okay.

Tea with Dcdweeb: Barbara Gordon isn’t a Titan

Note: I have nothing against Barbara Gordon I don’t hate nor love her.

I heard that Titans is coming back with a season three apparently, and Barbara Gordon will be apart of the show. As in they’re giving her a whole ass episode dedicated to her. I feel like it’s pretty obvious why this is a bad idea, but I’ll explain why nonetheless. First and foremost, Barbara Gordon has never been apart of the Titans. She holds no significance to them. She’s a Batman related character like her hero alias is freaking BATGIRL for crying out loud! I’m not naive to not believe the reason why they’re including Barbara in the show because of Dick Grayson, and that Kory is going to be his love interest because NEWSFLASH it makes sense if you ever seen anything Titans related with Dick’s team. Therefore, I believe the writers want to start drama between Dick, Kory, and Barbara which is stupid and bad writing. They try that shit with Dick, Dawn and Kory in season one. Titans already need to redeem themselves from the atrocity of season two, and if they go in this direction it’s not going to help. I know they will because they know fans and Dickkory and DickBabs shippers are going to take it and cause havoc in the fandom. They want us to take the bait, but we shouldn’t. I also want to add why the Titans are a significant part of Dick’s life because it was separate from Batman. What I mean is that Dick grew as a character because he started a life outside of Batman’s world, so throwing a Batman related character in a significant era in Dick’s life when that character is not needed doesn’t help with character development. Let alone the show hasn’t gave enough deveopment to the core four, so why add another one. The last thing I’m going to say is that if they make Barbara apart of the team I’ll will be upset because she isn’t a Titan. Never has and never will be.

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I’m gonna be starting up “Tea with Dcdweeb” again and this time I’m going to be talking more personal things. I’ll still talk about DC related topics but y’know.

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Sometime in the nearest future I’m going to do a Tea with Dcdweeb post about the importance of Damian Wayne’s character development and why fans are annoyed of inconstancy of his character in the current continuity. I’ll also be addressing some antis as well. I’ll also be including my favorite writes for Damian.

Stay tuned!!

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I might actually make a post about my opinions on Batcest and the big controversy it cause in the fandom. It’ll be my next “Tea with Dcdweeb” post.

More Ship Rants?

I haven’t did talked about ships in awhile. I want to bring them back because reading people’s reactions is very entertaining. At one point I wanted to talk about the bat ships or in other case batcest. I backed out of it for obvious reasons. If anyone has any ships you want me to talk about then gladly slide in my ask box or just comment on this post.

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Eggs, Swimming, and Towels

Pairing: Damian Wayne/Robin + Raven

Rating: T+

Once again, for @tigerdude94, @rachelalghul, @chromium7sky, @lunastar92, @damnshipper, @dcgzilla, @quothxthexravenx, @dcdweeb, @grassfour, @xxitzmikoxx, @andthendk, @unk-vi, @ravenfan1242, @raventrigonsdaughter, and everyone else who cares for these two. 

Damian didn’t realize until he woke up that he was alone in bed. Well, after his brain fully woke, he realized that it was not his bed. The sheets were a plum silk, contrasting his black silk. He must have fallen asleep in her bed again. 

It didn’t surprise him, though. Ever since they rebuilt the tower, they have slept together, usually on the couch or in his room. It pained him to be away from her after convincing himself that all the other Titans had died. After Superman took her to Damian and she fell in his arms, he was unwilling to let go of her or be away from her. He felt that he could have saved Nightwing from death had he not been at a farther distance, and he didn’t want anything to happen to the one teammate he had left.

He closed his eyes but let his arm stay wrapped around where she had slept beside him until the door opened. She walked in, a robe over her negligee, with two teacups. 

“Morning,” she greeted him softly. Ever since their victorious battle, her face had regained its fullness and was no longer gaunt or dark. She offered him a cup, which he initially refused; he sat up, leaned forward, and kissed her. She responded back for about ten seconds and then pulled away to drink from her cup. He took the other and sipped in silence. She finished hers, put the cup on the nightstand, and leaned against his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her abdomen and he finished his tea, and she took the empty cup from him and placed it beside hers. 

“Did you sleep well?” she whispered. 

“As always, when you’re in my arms,” he replied. He looked down at her face, returned her smile, and lowered his head with puckered lips. She kissed him back and snaked her arm around his neck to pull him closer. When he pushed her toward him, she pulled her leg over his lap and sat on his crotch. As they kissed, he smoothed down her back, rear, thighs, and calves to touch her bare ankles, and moved his hand back up to her waist. 

She felt a bulge in his crotch and kissed down his jaw to hide her smirk. He nearly cried out, and he seized the back of her nightgown with an urge to rip it off of her. She rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. “Your back is so smooth,” she whispered into his skin. 

Damian didn’t respond but instead pushed her hair from her neck and kissed down the back of her neck. She took pleasure in it and arched her back and neck for more until his stomach growled. His lips moving to her shoulder made her giggle. “Let’s stop and eat first,” she insisted. “We’ll come back to this.”

“All right.” He stood up and supported her under her thighs until her legs crossed behind his back. They kissed out of her room to the kitchen, where he leaned her against the wall for better access and then opened the refrigerator. 

As the world was still rebuilding and resources such as food were scarce, Damian and Raven agreed to be careful and use strict rations, so breakfast was usually one egg each unless they created some omelet to split. 

Cooking made Damian reminisce when Nightwing and Starfire tried to teach the Titans basic cooking skills, such as eggs for themselves. Those lessons always ended in disaster: Garfield always burned his, and Jaime’s scarab would react for no reason. Donna had eggshell bits in hers every time and struggled to get them out. Damian wasn’t used to making his own food, and Raven didn’t have any culinary skills when it came to the stove. It was Superman who taught them; while the tower was under construction and they stayed with him and Lois, the former farmboy taught them how to fry eggs until they perfected it. 

Raven watched Damian with a heavy heart. She knew that the fall of the Titans hit him as hard as it hit her, but she wasn’t used to seeing him so clingy to her. He only parted ways with her for bathroom breaks, and every time he or she was done, he had his arm around her or held her wrist. It seemed like the cold-blooded assassin that he was destined to become, that his mother and grandfather tried to wire into him, had faded into a young man allowed to feel.

They fed each other from the pan in silence. Damian put the pan back on the stove and pushed his nose into the crook of her neck. “Remember when we went to that carnival, and you called me ‘insufferable’?”

 She gave him an amused smile. “I what?”

He kissed both her ears. “You said that I was insufferable but had a kind and generous soul.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “This was, what, how many years ago–?”

“When I first joined the team,” he said, “but I’ve been going over it in my mind almost every day since.”

He swayed her around while she kept her feet on either side of his. “I can’t believe it–I don’t remember saying it,” she chuckled. 

“You did,” he said with a kiss to her neck. “I’ve been thinking about it every day.”

She shook her head but stroked his bare arms. They let ten minutes pass by and decided to go outside for combat training, which they hadn’t done in a long time. It was a beautiful day to go outside and practice everything that Kori and Dick taught them, and for Damian to teach her everything the League of Assassins had ingrained into him and themselves. 

In a way, training made her sad. Every time she looked at the grass, she remembered the playful banter between Dick and Kori, how they defeated each other and made silly jokes. She thought about Donna mastering almost everything but flight at first, and even when she did fly better, she lost ground in combat. Jaime and Garfield pairing off usually resulted in weird games of tag in the air. Raven tried not to think about that but instead on Damian positioning her fists and feet into a proper fighting stance. 

Ever since their reunion, whenever they did spar together, their sparring lessons have become more intense, much harder. When they didn’t use weapons, he was much fiercer, and when she didn’t learn something quickly enough and fell, he panicked and rushed to make sure that she was all right. In the few instances where she did beat him, he actually smiled, but she couldn’t tell if he was just considering himself a good teacher or was overprotective of her and was glad that she knew another method to stay safe. 

They stopped after two hours but were high on adrenaline. Raven stared at the sun’s reflection in the tiny waves, took a deep breath, and dove into the ocean to cool off. Damian studied the white foam and hesitated before diving in as well. They emerged out together and pushed back each other’s hair. He wiped the saltwater from her lips to kiss her. 

The deeper his hand smoothed up her back, the deeper she arched her back and pressed her body against his. Her breasts ached against his chest, but it only made their kissing more fervent. His fingertips pressed into her lower back. Neither cared if they would be caught or if it started raining. 

Raven didn’t know how long they kissed in the water until he pulled away and whispered that they should go inside. She opened a portal that took them to the bathroom, where she stepped away but held his hands. Damian didn’t understand the look in her eyes until magic ran down her arms and left her nude. 

He felt dizzy. He had never seen a naked woman before except in movies and pornographic magazines, and to see one in person was much different, particularly when it was someone with whom he had lived with for over two years. Her face should have been the focus, but his eyes couldn’t look away from her breasts, as pale and ashy as her face and arms. He had never seen female nipples in person, and they appeared different from what media depicted them to look. Her curves were sharper than how her uniform made them look. Without her boots and gray stockings, her legs looked longer. She didn’t have a nest of hair between her legs, which he figured was due to her demonic bloodline. 

Damian didn’t know how long he stared, but it came to him that staring was rude. First, he peeled off his mask and took his time removing his uniform while maintaining eye contact with her. For a moment, he began to regret exposing himself to her. His mother and grandfather had not taught him about intimacy (his father had educated him on that subject), but they told him that nudity was sometimes necessary to seduce or dominate power over a female. Even more, he was uneasy showing her the scars that he had collected over the years from his training. He didn’t want to explain their stories or the weapons or his age. 

Once he was completely unclothed, nervous but bold, she took his hands. “Come take a shower with me,” she whispered. She walked him into the bathtub without breaking away from his eyes and used her magic to turn on warm water. He closed his eyes when water poured over his head but reopened them back to her sweet smile. 

In that space of a second, he wished that Nightwing were alive for advice on how showering together was supposed to work. 

The two came back together and kissed under the water. They kissed for two minutes and took their time washing each other’s hair. Seeing him with foam in his hair made him look youthful. He kissed down her neck at the same time that his fingers rinsed the suds from her hair. She felt him rise against her leg but didn’t comment on it. 

For the time being, they washed themselves. He admitted that while he wanted to, he didn’t feel ready yet. She didn’t have a problem with that. In fact, she didn’t feel ready yet, either; this was just to test if this was what they really wanted before they decided to progress. 

Still, as they dried themselves, he touched her face and gently kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt for any wetness on his back. She kissed all over his neck and shoulders, and didn’t notice that her towel fell from her chest. Damian noticed by accident and hurried to cover her, but she grabbed his hand to stop him. 

Taking a deep breath, she guided his hand to her breast. His fingertips were gentle against the smooth skin. He took his time rubbing the gland, rolling it around her chest. His thumb fondled her nipple and gently batted at her breast, smiling when it jiggled. He wondered what it would feel like to have her breast in his mouth, but she pulled on his hair and turned his head to meet her eyes. They went back to kissing. He hooked her breasts between his thumbs and fingers to lift against his chest. One hand left her breast for the back of her neck, rubbing it as she rubbed his. 

“I could do this all day,” she admitted. 

Damian purred; it stirred in the pit of her abdomen. “Me too,” he whispered against her lips. He smacked kisses down her throat but stopped at her chest. “Is it all right if I…go lower?” he asked. 

Raven swallowed. “Not yet,” she whispered. 

He kissed back up her chest and the side of her neck to her earlobe, which he gently nibbled at. Her hips rolled against his and she fidgeted until his towel fell from his hips. 

She moved her head and chuckled. He had really nicely shaped buttocks and thighs–pure muscle and tone to caress all day. Eventually, he pulled away and rolled his head. “May we relocate?” he asked. “My neck hurts.”

Again, Raven didn’t expect the grandson of the demon’s head to complain about body aches, but it may have been because it was her. She agreed; her feet were feeling numb. Her set her onto her feet and picked up his towel, taking his time so he could watch her stretch. It made her look taller and leaner, and her breasts pointier. 

Once they were both back in their towels, she walked with him to his room and watched him dress himself into a turtleneck and slacks. She went back to her skirt, jacket, and bustier. He picked up the towels and kissed her once more, his fingers raking through her hair. “What’s for lunch?” he smirked. 

Raven giggled. “Can’t give it to you, but you can help me make it.”

Seeing his face light up was pure gold. She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. 

Author’s Note: As mentioned before in my previous fic “Bath, Earl Grey, and Sensuality”, I’m not entirely shipping Damirae yet, in part because I don’t want to get my hopes up in case something happens to one or both of them in Justice League Dark: Apokolips War, which has happened quite a few times to me, but I really like the idea of Raven exploring romance and sexuality, which I think she is usually deprived of in the comics; if she’s not, it’s usually in a negative way, so I think this is my way of giving her a healthy sexual relationship, even in progress, that she deserves.

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The Robin 80th anniversary is going to be the first comic issue I’ve read in months, and I want to discuss it in a “Tea with Dcdweeb” post but going to wait til Friday or Saturday so people get a chance to read it.