#what a good murder child

[arunneronthird]

i personally favor robin jason being the worlds edgiest teen while bruce still struggles to say any thought out loud ever

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[saudrag]

sooo… nobody’s gonna talk about how every time hughie kills someone & gets their blood all over himself the next thing happening is butcher killing someone & getting coated in blood too? literally every. single. time.

murder husbands i guess?

also i was SO fucking cheering for hughie to kill that man. i need this boy morally RUINED

[sailforvalinor]

The thing is I want an accurate but GOOD Mansfield Park adaptation so so bad but I don’t trust anyone except for 5 or 6 people on this webbed site in the depths of the undercity of the internet to make it because NO ONE understands Edmund Bertram except for me, the author, and a handful of my beloved mutuals and friends

[four-eyed-floozy]

Are we going to acknowledge that there's a timeline where gideon probably murders dipper??????

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Savage by blood (dp x dc)

As Maddie stared at the letter in her right hand, she brought a slightly unsteady left hand to her mouth and pressed hard. The words were blurring even as she stared at the paper, as if Maddie could extract more information than what was on the page.

“Mom?” 

Maddie turned her head to find herself face to face with her son. Hurriedly she wiped at her eyes

“Mom, are you okay?” Her sweet boy asked again as he hurried closer.

Maddie took a fortifying breath and forced a smile she did not feel. “All good baby, just got some surprising news.”

“Mom you were crying.” Danny was still standing around gingerly, as if cautious not to upset her more.

Maddie opened her arms and her boy slotted in them for a hug. She sighed into his hair, even as she savored the embrace that was becoming rarer and rarer since he’d turned fourteen and decided he was too old for such thing. She sniffed again and did her best to blink away the moisture in her eyes. She heard the floorboard creak and when she looked up, she saw her eldest standing there, her eyes going from Danny to her. 

“You’ve been crying,” her daughter stated, her eyes watchful, and worried.

“Sweetheart-“ Maddie started but her smart girl interrupted the comforting words she was preparing.

“I’m getting dad,” Jazz said and left before Maddie could say anything.

Danny looked up, his big blue eyes just like his father’s. “What happened?”

“I’m ok, honey, it’s-“ nothing she wanted to say but stopped herself, well-aware that now that the whole family was getting in on this there would be no deflecting. Not that she would’ve tried to hide it from her family anyways. “It’s nothing bad, baby, it really only took me by surprise.”

Danny’s eyes narrowed but before he could say anything, her fool of a husband burst into the room. 

“I’ve brought tissues, my love!” He announced in a subdued version of his normal boisterous speech. “And the Fenton water-bottle to keep you hydrated!”

“Thank you, honey,” Maddie said as an irrepressible smile took over her face. Her husband had a way of making everything seem better to her just by walking in a room.

“Anything for you, Maddie,” he said as he stepped towards her and sat down next to her, with a soft kiss to her temple. He gestured to their daughter who had been standing in the doorway to come join their little dogpile and there was further readjusting as everyone wiggled into the most comfortable position.

Once they all fell still, Danny one again looked to her with narrowed eyes. “Now, what happened?”

Maddie sighed as she distractedly started to stroke her daughter’s hair. “Let me just say that this is an overreaction, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Mom,” said daughter intoned as her father gently intertwined their fingers and Maddie resigned herself.

“You remember how I’ve told you I’m adopted?” Maddie started, and she felt her son nod against her. “I received a letter.” Maddie took a deep breath. “It was from my birth mother.”

She could feel her husband gently pressing her hand.

“How did she get your contact?” Her son asked.

She pressed back before answering. “I don’t know. My file from before I was three years-old and entered the legal system is very spotty, so I would have had no way to even begin to look into my records of where I came from. I don’t think the records were sealed, for exactly that reason.”

“Ok,” Jazz started. “What did she want?”

“She-“ Maddie stuttered at that before pushing past it, “she wants to meet. Me. Or well I guess, us.”

“Us,” Jack said.

“The whole family,” Maddie confirmed. “And she wants to introduce me to her wives, if I’m ok with that.”

There was a pause as Jazz and Danny locked eyes. “Does that mean we could potentially get at least three grandmas out of this?”

Maddie couldn’t help a snort. “We’ll have to see how it goes, but yes it does.”

Danny pumped his fist in victory. “Three times the Chrismas presents!”

“Now, now, son,” Jack chided. “Let’s not think of extorting your grandmothers before we’ve even met them.”

“Yeah,” Jazz added. “Especially since I’m going to be the favorite.”

“No you won’t!” Danny jumped up to glare at her sister, who drew herself up.

“Yes I will, I’m already Aunt Alicia’s favorite!”

“Exactly, so it’s my turn!”

Jack put his hand on their interlaced hands and Maddie turned towards him.

“What’s her name?” He asked as softly as he did when he was trying to be subtle and unobtrusive.

“My biological mother’s name is Kay,” Maddie started, “and her wives names’ are Liana and Scandal Savage.”

“You bet your ass I’m going to be the favorite grandchild!” Her son exclaimed loudly.

“Danny!” Maddie reprimanded. “Language!”

“Sorry, mom,” her son muttered as he looked down.

Jazz sent him a smirk which had him sticking his tongue out in retaliation and her daughter turned towards Jack with big eyes.

“Da-ad, he’s sticking his tongue at me!”

Jack turned back towards the kids, to manage the fight that had started while Maddie grabbed the letter again, letting her eyes scan the contents again.

She would have to write back immediately.

[winepresswrath]

I will laugh so hard if it turns out that John is making a sincere effort at being a decent parent and it's such an awful outcome for Gideon that I feel like it's plausible. He's giving off such man who thinks of himself as a good guy confronted with oops baby vibes.

[vigilskeep]

i need to wynnepost. somebody has to

[navree]

i'm sorry but this is sending me into the goddamn stratosphere, if you send people to physically attack my mom, torture my sister, cut my six year old son's head off, threaten to murder my toddler, and then also threaten to rape my six year old daughter, i would be very happy and jovial in declaring war on your psycho ass for pulling that shit on people who literally didn't do a thing to you.

consequently, if i sent people to physically attack someone who never did me any harm, torture my sister who never did me any harm, cut my six year old nephew who never did me any harm's head off, threaten to murder my toddler nephew who never did me any harm, and also threaten to rape my six year old niece who never did me any harm, i would be very full of regret and sorrow for what i've done, because those are bad things that i did.

[ahllohehn]

Heya, I know your inbox is overflowing so you don't have to answer this immediately, just whenever you feel like it, take care of yourself first 💙

Any head canons about when Etho and Cleo were dating?

HaTO!Cletho weren't exactly the extremely lovey dovey type of couple, but definitely the type of couple that trusted each other enough to be dependent on the other when they otherwise can't be with other people. Being the few people that had to strengthen themselves to get through everything before, during, and after the Titan War without too much help, they're always restless and felt the responsiblity to always be the strongest as the eldests. They saw each other as one of the few solaces in a world whose demise is dependent on their choices and actions.

They definitely had sessions where they both just needed to sneak out of curfew to take a breather by the forest. Mayhaps always ended with just them on the dirt quietly looking at the stars, not feeling the need to be too alert because they're confident the other cares enough to not let anything happen to them.

To public view, they were definitely the couple to bicker and argue though (affectionately)

Their break up era would've been nasty as hell. It could probably count as the second Titan war. Their making up era would've been the sunshine after the summer storm.

[jrueships]

zesty lowkey just another way for str8 ppl to say faggot / faggy and get away with it

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

The New Titans #55 (1989)

Batman (2010-) #641

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Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016-) #6

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Batman and Red Hood (2011-) #20

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Batman (2016-) #138

They sure do bAT&Tman. They sure as hell do.

Yet Jason never thought this way about you.

[prompt-master]

Ah yes the classic father-son bonding activity of going to a murder scene

[runawaymarbles]

at this point i am simply uninterested in any opinion on a hot-button political topic that treats human beings as a mass of meaningless hypotheticals

[pumpkaboo-man]

"I don't think felix is the shadow man 🤷 he may have killed two kids but he's not outright evil."

-a person from reddit

[rachedurst]

I never really understood this idea that if you enjoy a piece of fiction you want it to keep coming and coming endlessly. No matter how attached I am to a group of characters, if I had the choice I'd always prefer a short but finished concluded piece than something where seasons get added On And On And On And On until everyone is flanderized and the entirety of it falls flat.