#this is my first story

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filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[orphicfeels]

No Good Deed || Damon Salvatore

>>pairing: damon x oc

>>genre: l2e2l, angst.

>>warning: Damon is so annoying but he does love his kids, Amalia ain't in this one yet, pregnancy, unsaid miscarriage, infidelity, arranged marriage, blood (duh), gore, mention of alcohol poisoning.

>>notes: bro, idek man lmao, but im just trying something that popped into my head a while ago, there will be spice but I don't think I can write smut properly lol so no smut until further notice. btw i see Amalia as jessica alba, Alexander as chase crawford, Angelica as Alexandria daddario, Aurora as Alexis Bladel.

Mystic Falls, 1864.

Amalia stared blankly as the midwife droned on, her words fading into a muffled haze. She nodded occasionally, feigning attentiveness, but her mind was elsewhere. She should have cared more—after all, this was her child—but a different ache consumed her thoughts. Damon's indifference toward her had become an unrelenting shadow over her days.

Her gaze wandered past the midwife to the window, where sunlight cast long, dappled patterns over the garden. There, Damon stood with their daughter, Angelica, his dark hair catching the late morning light. Dante and Dolce, the family's two Irish water spaniels, frolicked at their feet. Amalia remembered how Angelica had fallen in love with the dogs at the town square fair two years ago, refusing to leave until Damon bought them. Now, Damon crouched to Angelica's height, pointing at Dante and saying something that made the little girl laugh—a sound like tiny bells on a breeze.

But the moment soured when a woman approached them, her smile radiant as she kissed Angelica's cheek.

The midwife's hand on Amalia's shoulder startled her. "Signora Salvatore, did you hear me?"

Amalia blinked, forcing a smile. "I apologize, Miss Hilda. My mind is elsewhere this morning."

"Tis' normal for a woman so close to her due date," Miss Hilda replied with a knowing smile, resting a hand on Amalia's slightly swollen stomach.

"Of course," Amalia murmured, adjusting the folds of her dress. She was always expected to present herself impeccably. As the wife of Damon Salvatore—a man from one of Mystic Falls' founding families—her duties were endless. She chaired the Miss Mystic Falls Committee, orchestrated every town event, and was mother to three children, with another on the way. Expectations dictated she do all this while looking flawless. Her life was a performance, every gesture choreographed, every smile rehearsed.

Rising from the bed, she smoothed the bodice of her dress. "If you'll excuse me, I'm suddenly desperate for some tomato soup."

Miss Hilda chuckled as she gathered her things. "Oh, before I go, Signora, this one will be a boy."

Amalia paused, her lips parting in surprise. "You're certain?"

"As certain as the sun rises," Miss Hilda said with a wink before departing.

The midwife had been uncannily accurate before, predicting Angelica's gender before Amalia even knew she was pregnant. This boy would bring Damon joy, perhaps even restore some warmth to their marriage. She allowed herself a small, hopeful smile as she stepped into the garden.

"Mama!" Angelica's tiny voice rang out as she toddled toward Amalia, nearly tripping over the hem of her pale pink dress.

"Attenta, amore mio," Amalia called softly, kneeling just in time to catch her. She pressed a kiss to Angelica's flushed cheek, her heart aching at how much she loved this child.

"Fiore di mamma!" Angelica exclaimed in their native Italian, holding up a tiny blue flower in her chubby hand.

Amalia's smile widened. "È bellissimo, tesoro." She took the flower, holding it up. "Fiore in English is?"

"Flower!" Angelica chirped, beaming with pride.

"Molto brava, il mio angelo," Damon interjected, his deep voice warming the air between them.

"Where is Alexander?" Amalia asked curiously for her son, Damon looked at her face, "He's with Stefan, Father wanted to see the boy, and I left Aurora with the nurse."

Angelica squealed with delight, raising her arms toward Amalia to be lifted. Amalia obliged, cradling her daughter on her hip.

"You shouldn't be lifting her in your condition," Damon admonished, stepping forward to take Angelica from her arms.

Amalia sighed. "Damon, I'm only two months along. It's hardly—"

"Still," he insisted, his tone brooking no argument.

She hesitated, then relented. "Miss Hilda says it's a boy this time," she said, testing his reaction.

Damon's stern expression softened, his blue eyes lighting up. "Un figlio?" he repeated a rare smile gracing his pale features. "My father will be overjoyed."

Mystic Falls, 2009

"Haven't you already read that book?" Alex asked his younger sister when he saw her pull out Pride and Prejudice for the second time during the car ride. Rory turned her head to look at him from the passenger's seat and smirked. "Reading heals the mind, brother," she told him before burying her nose back in her book. Alex rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the road.

"So, why are we going back to Mystic Falls again?" Angie asked from the back seat, her eyes glued to her phone. Alex glanced at her figure in the rear-view mirror before responding, "Anna called. She told me they managed to open the tomb." Angie and Rory perked up in sync.

"Was Katherine—" Rory began, but her older brother cut her off. "You know she wasn't," he told them, his expression slightly frowning. "So, we're going to Mystic Falls to make sure Dad doesn't kill himself along with Uncle Stefan."

The three Salvatore siblings parked in front of their family boarding house, and as Angie locked the car they had ironically stolen, they prepared to go inside. However, before they could proceed, they heard the sound of breaking glass in the distance. Alex was the first to rush toward the source, followed closely by his two sisters. They caught a glimpse of a fight in progress, and without hesitation, Alex grabbed a broken leg of a mahogany chair and swiftly stabbed a female vampire in the back, freeing Stefan and Rory from her grip. Rory helped Stefan to his feet, while their father flung the other vampire across the room, sending them crashing near the fireplace.

The unknown vampire quickly got up and realized he was severely outnumbered. He scanned the room before deciding to flee. "I remember them, from 1864. They were in the tomb," Stefan shared with the rest of the group, as if they didn't already know.

"Yeah, about that," Alex interjected, his face sporting a smirk. "Why do we always have to save your asses?" Stefan and Damon rolled their eyes before looking at the three younger vampires. "How come you three are here?" Damon questioned his children suspiciously. The siblings exchanged glances before Angie spoke up, wearing a small smile. "Oh, come on, Dad. Can't we just visit you guys?" Alex and Rory nodded, agreeing with her.

Damon narrowed his eyes at the trio, their slight smiles not escaping his notice. He then focused his attention on Rory, whose eyes widened in panic under the weight of his gaze. She swallowed nervously before trying to deflect the attention away, disregarding Alex and Angie's tired groans of her name. "Well, we heard the tomb was opened and that Katherine wasn't in there, so we wanted to make sure you didn't do the impossible and be the first vampire to ever die of alcohol poisoning," she spoke rapidly, her words barely decipherable to anyone but vampires in the room. Damon rolled his eyes and replied, "I don't need any more babysitters, but thanks for the thought," before walking out of the room.

"Still can't keep a secret from your parents, huh?" Stefan asked his youngest niece with an amused smile on his face. Rory shook her head in response. "Not a chance."

//

Alex walked through the door, blood bag in hand after his visit to the hospital. He had been about to go up to his room to call Anna and arrange a meeting, as he hadn't seen her since his arrival. However, his curiosity got the best of him when he overheard his father talking to someone in the living room. "I'm not blaming you, Damon. I've accepted the fact that you're a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities," he heard his father respond, eliciting an "ouch" from him. With a smirk on his face, Alex announced his presence. "Who's the brave human?"

The girl turned around, and he immediately recognized her as Elena Gilbert. Instead of shock, the vampire smirked. "You're Elena Gilbert, aren't you?" he asked, taking a sip from his blood bag. Elena nodded hesitantly, glancing at Stefan for reassurance. Stefan nodded, giving her a comforting smile, and then turned to address his nephew. "Alex, how did you know her name?" Alex sped over to the couch, plopping down on it and relaxing before taking another sip from his blood bag. "Oh, Anna told me," he replied, his focus back on the blood bag. Damon's interest was piqued at the familiar name. "Pearl's daughter? You know her?" he inquired, but before Alex could answer, his two sisters walked in.

"He's been sleeping with her since the fifties," Rory blurted out, quickly covering her mouth. Alex narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion. "How do you know that?" Rory shuddered, "Trust me, you do not wanna know how I know that," while Damon rolled his eyes.

Stefan smiled slightly, "Huh, that's weird."

Alex narrowed his eyes toward his uncle suspiciously. "And why is that?" he asked, now looking confused.

"Well, because Anna was kind of your babysitter back in the day."

Alex's eyes widened, "You're kidding."

"Nope."

Damon laughed, "Oh yeah, got her because Flora was in charge of a pageant and had to stay out late."

"Well, that is quite unfortunate," Rory said with a teasing smile on her face.

"Shut up, Aurora." Alex told her while rolling his eyes.

"By the way, the 'can't keep a secret' thing is really becoming a problem," Angie commented.

"Seriously, we can't tell you anything."

Rory let out a sigh. "I just can't lie to Mom and Dad. They probably got a witch to put a spell on me."

Damon rolled his eyes, "I can assure you, we did not do that."

Elena glanced at Stefan, then turned her attention back to Damon. "Mom and Dad?" The three younger vampires looked at her, and Angie pointed to the only human in the room. "Elena?" she asked, and Alex nodded. Stefan stepped forward, taking the liberty of introducing his brother's children to his girlfriend. "Elena, this is Alex, Angie, and Rory," he paused, smiling as all three of them waved simultaneously, "Damon's kids." Elena's eyes widened slightly before she looked at Damon, who raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, that reminds me," Angie chimed in, looking down at her phone. "Mom said she might come down here next week." Damon groaned loudly. "Why?" he asked, suddenly sounding very stressed, getting up from the couch and heading toward the staircase. Angie glanced back at her phone before responding, "Uh, she said she still needs to kick your ass for killing Lexi." Damon winced slightly. "Damn it," he whispered to himself before speeding up the stairs.

Angie looked at the close proximity between her uncle and the doppelganger and smirked before plopping down on the loveseat.

"So, uncle Stef, how did this happen?" she gestured between Elena and her uncle.

"Yeah, how come you're dating a girl that looks exactly like your oh-so-hated ex-girlfriend?" Rory questioned curiously.

"Elena's different. She is nothing like Katherine." He answered, smiling lovingly at the girl next to him.

He then turned to his niece and smiled. "How do you know what Katherine looks like?" he asked, amused. "Weren't you a year old when she got here?"

Rory smiled at him, scrunching her nose. "I've seen photos, okay?"

"Wait, so you were born in 1863?" Elena asked, shocked.

Rory nodded, still smiling. "Yup!"

"So Damon had you guys when?" Elena asked inquisitively.

"Well, I think Damon married Flora in 1859?" Stefan answered. "Alex was born nine months later."

"Wow," Elena said, still partly shocked.

Alex then suddenly got up, looking at his phone. "Well, I'm off. Got places to go, people to see."

Angie smirked, looking at her older brother. "By people, he means Anna, and by places, he means a hotel room up the road."

Alex glared at her and laughed mockingly. "Ha ha, shut up." Before speeding out the door in a rush, ignoring Rory and Angie laughing in the background.

//

Yh so thats the first chapter, okay so Amalia had Alex, Angelica and Aurora (in that order) and then she got pregnant again in 1864 but Katherine turned her when she was pregnant and the baby died obviously, Amalia took her children and ran and left Stefan and damon, ofc they met up over the years but they never stayed together and after the kids turned 20 they had a choice of staying human and turning a vampire, except aurora who got sick and damon turned her against her will when she was 18.

I also want to emphasize the salvatores Italian heritage because I think its beautiful so Amalia is shown to be Italian too, and Amalia's name is pronounced Amelia, thats just the Italian spelling.

[inbabylontheywept]

the house i grew up in was a little bit of a fixer upper. for the first 19 years, my dad just sort of slowly fixed it, but pretty early on in college, he came into a large amount of cash and decided to just do the whole thing at once. so he rented a different house for like, 2 months that was just a block down from us, and then got a bunch of contractors to fix original house ASAP. it was kind of crazy, but it compressed many years of work into like, three months.

the sitting in a new house for three months was actually pretty fun. and i shouldnt really complain at all (staying at home while in college is a sweet deal)

but.

but. my parents are fairly hard of hearing, and their bedroom in the old house was in the furthest possible annex from everyone else. wheras in the rental it was just in the middle of the house. so without going into details, i was extremely aware that my parents were having sex like, eight times a day. my dad had just retired and i guess they were celebrating, which is great i guess, having parents that really like each other is way better than the alternative, but also, it did make me envy their deafness. i kept headphones on for so long that year i got literal ear calluses.

at the same time, the house my buddy from the shoe incident grew up in flooded. turbo flooded. they burst like, two pipes at once and the damage was so severe they had to redo all the flooring and all the drywall. his family actually had homeowners insurance, which is either incredible or suspicious for a family that used the drained pool in their backyard to store rusty scrap metal. so insurance was handling the work, but in the meantime, they were crammed into a very small hotel room space. we did the math on it then, it averaged about 80 square feet a person.

so one day i got home, and i was chilling, and then six rolled around, and apparently six o'clock was sex o'clock because my parents decided to flex their cardio. i grabbed my headphones and prayed that god would do for me what he did for beethoven, but that failed to work, and then seven rolled around and my parents were still at it, which again, very impressive, but was pushing me to swap out judas for mozart in those prayers. there's a definitive point where you stop praying to be deaf and instead pray that god could take you to a nice field and pop you like a gore-balloon.

i was about five minutes away from that point when my friend called me and basically said i have been stuck in a 500 square foot space with 6 people and i didn't have many marbles to start but what few i had are gone. please. if we are friends, if we were ever friends, take me out of here just for a moment.

and i was still pretty mad at him, but i had pity on the poor guy. also helped that i was desperate to leave the house. so i drove the chickenshitmobile to the hotel and i picked him up, and then we did our normal hangout activity, which was go to food city and buy produce. his normal house was, on a good day, nasty, and his backyard was, as i stated before, mostly used to store mosquito larvae and rusty metal, so what we'd always done before was just walk to the grocery store a half block away and leer at vegetables.

so we did that and it was like old times again. they had some radishes that were expired, so i could buy like, literally an entire grocery bag of them for about $5. so i did. i really like radishes. he got a coconut because he liked fruit and beating things with hammers.

which probably would've been great except we didn't have a hammer, so instead we spent about 30 minutes stomping itike it owed us money. when it finally cracked we cheered like we just got the winning touchball at the superdome and then he ate some of the flesh, and i ate some of the radishes, and we admired the black, starless sky of the city before i took him back to his hotel room.

and then we got pulled over.

i forgot to turn my lights on because the street all around the food city was ludicrously well lit. so it went from being pretty bright, to pretty bright and flashy, then i pulled into a parking lot and a cop came to ask us for IDs which is where everything went to shit:

i’d forgotten my license at home. 

the cop was was actually kind of chill about it - he said he could get by with just an address. except i did not know my address. i hadn't memorized the new one yet. so i told the cop, my house is getting remodeled, i don't know my address right now. and then he went to my friend, and my friend said the exact same thing. house getting remodeled, staying somewhere else, no address, sowwwwwwy.

now the cop genuinely didn't know what to do. he went back to his car, and i was stressed that i was about to get into HUGE trouble so i started eating the radishes and my buddy started eating more of his coconut, and we actually managed to eat like a quarter of both before the cop came back. we ate enough produce that he could smell something weird in the air, and he asked what the smell was, and i said radishes, and my buddy said coconut, and the cop said which, and then we produced a large bag of droopy radishes and an absolutely brutalized coconut, and the cop was just like

so my buddy tried explaining how he was sharing a 500 square foot apartment with 6 people and wanted a fruit he could fight with power tools, and i tried explaining how i'd actually tried buying my parents like, board games and puzzles and stuff but nothing worked - the only thing my parents seemed to like doing right now was each other, and we both went on long enough and pathetically enough that the cop eventually went:

ok. stop.

and we stopped.

and he said do you know why i pulled you over?

and i said, because of my headlights, and my friend (who is hispanic) and the cop both looked at me like like i was the dumbest person in the entire world. and then the cop said no. that's why i'm allowed to pull you over. i checked your car because this neighborhood has a terrible sex trafficking problem, and i pull over every car i can to make sure no one is buying or selling sex. and you two are obviously doing neither. now i could give you, like, four tickets right now, but that would do nothing to make this area safer, so just turn your lights on, go home, drive safe, and try to be less stupid in the future.

and i said okay but i was thinking, you know, damn, this is just how i live man, i don't have a hidden third gear i can shift into. people can't just get smarter because it would be convenient. it's always convenient to be smart. i am literally trying my best.

but i didn't say anything because i was, slowly, learning how to filter what i said. instead i nodded and the cop left then i dropped my buddy off, and the last thing he said was said he owed me for responding to his SOS. I said he owed me for a lot of things, and he agreed that was true. then i drove home with my lights on, 5 under the speed limit, and arrived to a peaceful quiet home. I could’ve wept with relief but instead I went to bed.

the relief was short lived. i was woken up at 6 am by my parents. i swore, and then i prayed, and when i did not explode, i swore again. then i got up to make breakfast before my first class.

[coconutfuzzy]

Chapter 1: Am I Really Going To Do This?

Licea Looked Out Her Window With Bore.... She Just Couldn't Put Herself Too Sleep.

She Tried Counting, Breathing, Zoning Out and everything else but nothing seemed to work.

But Something Caught Her Eye.

A Cat And A Rabbit?

"How Peculiar?" She Questioned, She Wanted To Ignore It But Her Curiosity Got The Best Of Her.

She Turned Around Away From The Window.

"My Mind Just Playing Tricks On me" She Said As She Went To Sit On Her Bed.

And there she sat with her eyes closed debating with her mind.

"Stay Home And Try To Sleep"

"Go Out And see"

"Come On Licea Just Leave, You're Only Going To See A cat and rabbit.... Nothing Else, What's The Harm in that?"

"Licea I Think we Should stay home, you don't know what's out there and what If we get caught!"

"GO LICEA!"

"STAY LICEA!"

"GO!"

"STAY!"

They Started Yelling at her.

She went back to the window to see if they were still there.

And they were, she looked back at her bed and at the window once more.

Then she cracked her room door open and saw the guards sleeping as they rested up against the wall with staff in hand.

"I'll Just Go To See them, Then Come Back To Bed"

She Opened Her Closet And Got Her Coat Because It Was A Very Cold Night.

Once She Put It On, She Took A Breath In And Went To Open Her Door.

She Slipped Out The Door And Proceeded To Quietly Make Her Way Down The Hallway And Not Wake The Guards At The Same Time.

As She Made It To The Beginning Of The Stairs, She Stood And Thought.

"Am I Really Going To Do This?", She Looked Back At Her Cracked Door Then Back At The Stairs.

She Took Her Chances And Quietly Walked Down The Stairs, She Felt Adrenaline Pulp Through Her but She Didn't Know Why, All She Is Doing Is Going To Look A Cat And Rabbit.

After Awhile Of Her Being In Her Thoughts She realized she Made It To The Bottom Of The Castle Stairs.

And There She Stood In Front Of The Castle Doors.

"Am I Really Going To Do This?" She Questioned Herself Once More.

She Took A Deep Breath In And Opened The Doors And When The Whiff Of Air Hit Her She Let That Breath Go.

She Can't Remember The Last She Was Outside With A Guard Or Someone Watching Over Her.

She Looked Down And saw The cat and rabbit.

"Hello" She Me Greeted Them but they Ran The other way.

"Hey Wait!" She Yelled And Ran After Them As Well.

They Ran Into The Woods And She Seemed To Be Becoming Farther And Farther Away From Home But She Didn't Care To Notice.

They Running Finally Comes To A Stop When She Reached A Hole In The Ground, The Cat And Bunny Stopped Directly In Front Of It And Looked At Her.

"Why Have You Lead Me Here?" She Asked, They Said Nothing nor did any gesture.

But Turned Around And Jumped In The Hole.

She Gasped And Looked Down Hole And Saw Darkness.

Something Told Her To Turn Back And Go Home, While The Other Said Said Jump.

She Looked Behind And Saw Nothing But Trees.

She Turned Back To The Hole Took And took a Deep Breath In.

"I Got Nothing To Lose"

She Said As She Let Herself Fall Forward.

[iwasbored777]

We're not appreciating the Weird Barbie enough. It's said in the movie that she helps everyone who need help while they always see her as someone who's not as good as them. She was friends with all dismissed Barbies and Kens, was there to offer support and safe shelter for everyone who needed it in Kendom, without her nothing in the movie would've been alright. When Stereotypical Barbie calls her "ugly and unwanted" she still helps her.

She was representing a woman in women's world who was pushed aside by other women because she didn't fit in but still had more wisdom and kindness than everyone who thought they're better than her.

[iwasboredsoimadethese]

5:00 am

Getting out of bed yozel was dead tired she hadn’t gotten any sleep, sleeping was getting harder and harder for her everytime. she would close her eyes and she would hear the sirens of the ambulance and feel the eyes of everyone as they looked at her, she wondered if she had come home a little earlier, it would’ve been her in the ambulance and not her-

Drip

Drip

Drip

She was crying. Yozel was a strong woman nothing got to her she was brave and showed no emotion, she sat there on her bed wiping her face, She had not time for crying after all it was her first day.

Entering the Cafe yozel looked around, it was empty. As she walked up to the counter emerald eyes widened as she took a step back, a man about 40, average height, and a bit hefty popped out of nowhere.

“HELLO THERE! Sorry to frightened you there but we seem to be closed at the moment!,”

He was jolly and loud…yozel wasn’t a big fan.

“Sorry to interrupt..but I’m here for the job, we spoke on the phone..”

All she could was mutter, yozel was a bit taken aback it was about 6:00 am and he was energetic as if he was still 25.

“Oh yozel! Nice to finally meet you!”

“It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. River…”

“Please! Call me Eric,”

God he was loud.

“Well Mr. River I came in early like you asked, I doubt you have forgotten,”

“….yeah! Of course not!”

He had forgotten. Yozep let out a sigh this was going to be a long day.

____________

GUYS SO UM SORRY IF ITS SHITTY THIS IS MY FIRST TIME 😭

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[silentsockfeet]

the fact that the vi vs jinx fight was foretold from the beginning. the fact that the opening credits ends with their fight immortalized in stone, so that every episode you watch is a reminder of the immutable truth of it. the fact that every moment is building to this, that the show will culminate in this. this was always going to happen, they told us this from the beginning, and nothing anyone could do will ever change that.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[fumifooms]

Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…

[pomidaea]

Thank you encyclopedia

[000marie198]

I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake

[caffichai]

More art for Coldshot's Called Shot by my friend @fishing-lesbian-catgirl! If you like spicy content, go give it a read!

The final piece, at least for now! Somehow I did these in reverse chronological order, but I guess it worked out in the end

Hey, if you're here, check this out!

[taco-rambles]

DC XDP prompt: Danny falls out of a portal literally into Batmans arms in a JL meeting.

Feel free to play with this. I probably will write more, but I'm STUCK and don't know how to write the JL or anyone else for that matter.

XXX

The Justice League meeting had gone very well. For once there were no major crisis from anyone attending, and all of the regular members of the league were in attendance. A few of the second row hero’s had begged off for one reason or another, but nothing that was a threat of any real kind.

Batman was wary, and on edge as the meeting wrapped up. It was never this simple, it just couldn’t be. There was always some kind of threat to keep an eye on, but the worst thing that had come up during the meeting were routine security updates.

No one else seemed to be on edge from the far too calm, routine meeting, and Bruce had just about convinced himself that it was really just one of those meetings where nothing outrageous would happen. It was ideal even…

Then the alarms went off, in the specific modulation that indicated a magical incursion.

Batman wasn’t the only one who’s hands went to weapons when the portal materialized above the meeting room table only a moment after the alarm went off. Swirling lazarus green had him ready for the fight even as the rest of the league went into defensive positions around the incursion.

“What…” Flash started to ask about a minute later when nothing had happened yet, the alarms still blaring.

That’s when something came flying out of the portal, at speed, back first.

Batman had a split second to decide to attack… or not. A split second to try to process the impressions and decide if this was an attack.

The portal closed as he cradled the small body that had crashed into his arms, the alarms silencing a moment later as the rest of the league tried to catch up, all of them wondering if this was some new threat.

Batman looked down at the child in his arms, a boy in his mid teens and small for his age, with white hair framing a frighteningly familiar looking face, gently pointed ears, and fangs in a mouth that gasped for breath against pain. The eyes were closed, twisted tight as the child clutched at his chest and belly, holding together severed flesh that leaked lazarus green blood from a clinical and too regular wound. Fingers tipped with small claws spasmed, tears coming from closed eyes.

“Batman?” Wonder Woman asked, Diana’s voice filled with concern as Bruce wrapped the child in his arms and stood up from where he had been knocked on his ass catching said child.

“Call down to medical. Severely wounded unknown,” he snapped, moving towards the door, only to stop as there was a flash of light in his arms, and the child suddenly gained a solid weight that was closer to human. The blood dripping from passed out hands was now brilliant red, fingertips blunt with chewed nails, the boy’s skin going from pale white to… a healthier tone.

Bruce consciously stopped cataloging his observations then, swiftly making his way to medical. Whatever this boy was, whether he intended to tug at Batman’s heart the way he was or not, was severely wounded and needed medical attention immediately.

He could process it all, and wonder why a child looking exactly like Damian Wayne had been thrown into his arms through a lazarus portal later.

XXXXX

An hour later, after a discreet call to his youngest just to be sure, Bruce watched the now sedated child in the medical cot, working on trying to face match the databases and find out if the child came from earth or not.

The searches primarily turned up Damian Wayne. Bruce knew for certain this child was not his son, but he was also running a DNA analysis because this Might be his son. It made a disheartening amount of sense for this boy to be another version of Damien, perhaps from another dimension, or some manner of clone, or perhaps Talia had simply hidden another child of his away… Bruce needed to narrow down the possibilities, to find the truth.

Of course, it was equally possible that this boy was some manner of mimic, taking on a form that would ensure his safety in unknown environment, a shape shifter intentionally injuring himself in order to infiltrate the Watchtower. Though that last theory didn’t make sense for a number of reasons. Most shape shifters would be secure enough in their abilities to simply try to mimic someone who already had access to the watch tower, to say nothing of the boy’s dramatic entrance.

Batman wasn’t thinking logically. Bruce couldn’t simply leave the boy here though. Not until he knew more, everything relevant by preference. The thought that this might be his son in any way was enough to keep him near, but he could already tell he was compromised.

He had already informed Diana and Clark, and both of them had agreed that he should stay nearby until they had the situation sorted out.

Bruce had been stuck in a circular though pattern for about fifteen minutes when a green form came into the room, J’onn looking at him calmly.

“Can you find anything out?” Batman asked without preamble, unable to bring himself to observe polite pleasantries when he was so unsettled.

“Nothing beyond surface thoughts. The boy’s mind is static and pain of the emotional kind,” J’onn stated after a moment.

Batman nodded, accepting the answer. J’onn’s abilities weren’t always the answer to everything, could indeed often be a crutch that led to the wrong answers. But they could also give the Justice League a starting point often enough.

“You should rest friend. It is unlikely that the boy will awaken soon…” J’onn cut himself off with a quiet look at the boy. “Or not. He’s coming around.”

Batman watched as the child’s eyes blinked open, drowsy expression turning to the two heros without much recognition. Bruce didn’t let himself react, kept himself in a calm pose even as his mind once more went into overdrive.

The boy had blue eyes, not green like Damian's.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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