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Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it follows its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, The Joker (more characters pop up later, will add them then.)

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood, Angst, (let me know if I should add more tags)

Word Count: 584

[Here's my table of contents]

Chapter 7 - Gotham Transcends

She watched them swarm, at the behest of their white skinned jester whose hair was the same toxic color that painted her sewers. Born in a vat created by the corrupt, from the same poisonous liquid she tasted regularly. Whenever he appeared he stained her soil in the warmth of the living. Her Bat right behind him, protecting her, called him Joker. And the jester would laugh. A sound so chaotic, alluring, her attention captivated, ripped away from her Bat. Something in him resonated with the souls that walked her streets, that lived in her buildings, that wished for change. They would gather, hold him up and then recoil. He danced with her Bat unlike any other, fluid and unpredictable. His whispered thoughts, his actions, always directed towards her Bat. The jester needed him, loved him, loved her, wanted her changed. Her shadows played with the soundless song he wove. Enjoying their game. Nightwing, her oldest bird went too far, in protection of the youngest, in reaction to the second. Her Bat had been gripped by something indescribable. Fear was at the forefront, determination followed closely. Her eldest bird sat hopeless, her youngest shocked. With rhythmic movements her Bat pounded his chest trying to bring him back. Her Bat could not, would not, let the jester die. Like with the others, she gave her Bat what he wanted, a helping hand. She plucked a bit of shadow and when her Bat cracked the Jester’s chest, she slipped in. Disoriented and confused he shot up, clutching at his chest, his laughter echoing, filling her with new sensation. She had not known. She had been unaware. She? …I? I had not known? The excuse fell flat. Ignorance did not justify the consequences of that night. What would transpire would be devastating. How would I have known that it was not love, what the jester felt. No. It was love, but it was twisted. It was obsession but more consuming. It was jealousy, but it was sinister. He wanted my Bat. His full attention and our birds would, have, paid the price. Later, bound and imprisoned, he spoke to the shadows. He spoke to me in sweet hushed tones. Disappointed that his plan had failed, regretful. I could feel the thrill run through me, from him, when I would inadvertently respond. A flicker here, a subtle movement there. He saw me, followed me with his mismatched eyes and when he could, he would grasp the tether, trying to pull me in. The jester was dangerous and now he was aware, his connection to me, to my Bat. It was hard resisting, but I would not be swayed. He was not brought back because I wanted him, his life is held within the hands of my Bat. All he had to do was let me know and I would cut the string, let the jester collapse like a marionette. Though he did not know the power he held, though he did not speak to me directly, though I brought him nothing but torment. My Bat still had faith in me. Cared for me. I settled on him, dark tendrils wrapping around his neck, adoringly watching him work. I watched him fight, watched him run ragged for me. I curled in tighter, burying myself in his back. I smiled at the feeling, a laugh escaping, unheard. Gotham is me. I am Gotham and the Bat is mine, the jester an after thought. I had finally, fully, awakened.

This one was difficult to write. I like the Joker as a villain but now he has a bit of Gotham in him, like the robins, and that cannot bode well. Also, why does the last bit sound menacing? This is where the story led me T_T

I'm afraid to follow the path, but I must march on.

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Word Count: 1,272

[Here's my table of contents]

Part 2 - Chapter 8

“This is Bat-Cow,” Damian said, patting a brown and white cow, “she’s a cow and gives milk.” “I know what a cow is, Damian.” Jon said exasperated. “My Dad’s Ma and Pa own a farm in Kansas.” After having tea in Damian’s balcony the boys had left the Mansion passing the kitchen where they saw Alfred prepping dinner. They were joined by a massive black dog named Titus as they walked past a small vegetable garden and through a wooden door attached to an old stone fence covered in vines. They continued walking through a grove of trees that, surprisingly, hid a barn surrounded by a fence. When they arrived a cow had gone up to the fence to greet them. “Why is it named Bat-Cow?” Jon asked looking around at the large fenced area. The barn was painted in dark muted colors so that it wouldn’t stand out and its doors were left open. Titus gave the cow its greetings, hopped the fence and disappeared into the barn. “Richard name her,” Damian sighed, “on account of the bat shaped spot on her face.” Jon could see it now, nodding he was about to ask why he had a cow when a white horse left the barn and galloped towards them. It stopped, neighing at Damian who petted it and took out a sugar cube from his pocket to feed it. It watched Jon wearily from the corner of its eye. “This is-“ “Let me guess Bat-Horse.” “No,” Damian responded, unamused, “her name is Lady. Jason named her.” “Why exactly am I here?” Jon asked after a pause. “It is time to bring them in.” Damian opened the gate the path had led them to, indicating Jon to follow. “You’ll be helping me muck out the stalls every morning.” “What! You’re rich, don’t you have someone else that can do that?”

Jon’s yell startled the horse causing it to buck and run into the barn. Damian glared at him and ran into the barn. Jon stood there for a second feeling bad for scaring the horse and cautiously approached the barn doors to look in. Damian was rubbing Lady’s neck, murmuring something to her. Light from the open windows shone in, casting golden rays on both Lady and Damian. It felt other worldly like an elf taming a unicorn. Damian’s ministrations seemed to soothe her and she calmed pretty quickly. Jon wasn’t sure what came over him but he took a picture of the intimate moment. He nearly dropped his phone when Bat-Cow mooed right behind him. “Oh, sorry!” Jon stepped out of the cow’s way as she plodded into her stall and laid down on a bed of clean hay. “These two are rescues.” Damian walked Lady to her stall and closed it. “Father’s condition for me to keep them was that I would be responsible for their well being.” Damian looked at Jon seriously, “I gave him my word.” There it was again, Damian’s intense stare and combined with his low voice it made something flutter in Jon’s stomach. He didn’t like the sensation, not one bit. Jon looked away gripping the hem of his shirt. His eyes wandered around the barn, trying to avoid staring at Damian and he yelped from seeing a pair of blue eyes staring down at him from the loft. Damian’s attention snapped towards him and followed Jon’s gaze. “Richard?” Damian called, looking up. The top of a black head vanished with a giggle and Jon heard soft padding from above. With a spray of hay and a yelled “catch me” a small body vaulted from the edge of the loft, flipping mid air, arms extended, a small stuffed elephant clutched in one hand. Jon felt his stomach drop, unsure if he should rush to catch the boy, but Damian took a couple steps back and expertly caught him. “Tt, I’ve asked you not to do that!” Damian admonished. “You can get seriously hurt.” “But, I didn’t get hurt!” Dick laughed hugging Damian around the neck, his hair was covered in hay and his clothes were rumpled and dusty. “Does Alfred know you were out here?” Damian glared at the boy. “What were you even doing up there?” “He knows I’ve been outside,” Dick hugged the stuffed elephant close and mumbled, “the hay reminds me of Zitka…” “Make sure to let someone know when you come out here.” Damian sighed, putting Dick down so he could stand on his own. Dick nodded and then abruptly turned to Jon smiling. He grabbed Jon’s hand pulling him out of the barn. Damian followed double checking the stalls, Titus close behind them. The sun had started to set causing shadows to elongate. Dick didn’t stop pulling until they were close to the gate, he then turned back to Jon with a mischievous grin. “I saw you.” He sang. “Saw what?” Jon stared at him puzzled. “You took a picture.” Dick continued to sing song. “He’s not gonna like that.” “Wait-“ Jon started. “I’m gonna go wash up!” Dick yelled towards Damian who was locking up the barn.

Damian waved back in affirmation. Jon stood there like an idiot watching Dick run away, Titus barking and chasing him. Damian walked up to him and gave him a strange look. Shrugging, he then poked Jon’s shoulder indicating for him to follow. “You will also be helping me collect eggs and feed the chickens.” He followed Damian to the side of the barn where a large chicken coop stood. The chickens were roosting in their enclosure. Damian walked up to a shed that was built against the coop and took out a baseball glove, a mitt and a baseball. He threw the baseball glove to Jon, who caught it. “Let’s see if you’re any good.” Damian smirked. “Isn’t it almost time for dinner?” Jon just wanted to go back to his designated room, maybe delete the pic he took before it could be used against him. “Tt, too afraid to play? I bet you aren’t any good” Damian challenged. “I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” Jon gritted through his teeth. Jon took his place at the pitcher’s mound on the makeshift baseball diamond behind the barn. Damian stood in the catcher’s box waiting for him to throw. Jon narrowed his eyes at Damian’s casual stance, did a quick stretch to warm up his shoulders, wound his arm back and threw. The ball slammed into Damian’s mitt, his eyes widening slightly. “You’re passable,” Damian cocked his to the side to stare at Jon in thought, “but your technique could be improved.” Jon watched him wearily as he walked up behind him. “May I?” Jon nodded in response. Damian proceeded to explain a better throwing technique while also moving Jon’s body into step by step positions. His hands were warm through the jeans he was wearing, surprisingly calloused but gentle on his arms and his breath tickled the back of his neck. It was the first time that Jon was aware of Damian being a couple inches shorter than him. He took his instruction as seriously as he had that time in art class and Jon felt the strange fluttering in his stomach return. He tried to stamp it down by focusing on pitching. They continued playing even after the sun had gone down and Damian turned the outside barn lights on. A few minutes afterward Bruce came by to fetch them for dinner. The day had been busy and Jon fell asleep that night fairly quickly despite being in a foreign room. He dreamt of the color green and fast pitches.

Writing is hard guys.

I'm trying to improve, but not sure if I'm succeeding.

Still having fun though and I hope you are enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it! :D

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Wish I could draw 😭 this is so cute

jon from the other day!

#jon samuel kent #jon kent #jonathan kent #fanart #love it

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I really liked My adventures with Superman, especially it's drawing style, I rly hope Bruce makes an appearance however brief

some brucies

#batman #bruce wayne

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Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it follows its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (more characters pop up later, will add them then.)

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood (let me know if I should add more tags)

Word Count: 622

[Here's my table of contents]

Chapter 6 - Gotham Hoped

She scanned the boy, her shadows briefly skimming his skin. His sharp eyes had been watching, always, at times through a lens. He had been there the day her first bird’s loved ones emptied their warmth into her soil. Too young to be witness to such horror, but nonetheless a rite of passage within her walls. The boy would slink through her streets like a mouse and hide on fire escapes, all to take images of her Bat and birds. The boy would look at the images and quietly he would murmur, he would question the absence of her missing bird and she would lament softly, rain hitting the rooftops in a steady stream. The boy’s curiosity was insatiable and his exploits grew, to soothe the itch, to fill his time, to ignore the loneliness. With a wistful pause she moved on, apathetic as the boy grew bolder, endangering himself. He was only a small curiosity. And small he was. Much too small when he forcibly inserted himself into her Bat’s life. Sharp as a whip and quick to steal the mantle, because her Bat needed a Robin. Her Bat did not want him. He would speak to the boy in short, gruff, noises and leave the boy to his own devices, denying him. Through the eyes of her Bat, she saw the neglect, the isolation. She felt the kinship. But her Bat was mired in his grief, blinded, he refused to take notice. The boy in turn took care of her Bat, tempered him. Brought a semblance of the Bat she knew before. Slowly, much slower than with the second, her Bat’s frost melted and he let the boy in. They danced on her roof tops, her streets, in her sewers and the bird flew like the ones before. The grief always present but now lessened, never forgotten. The bird was relentless whenever he caught the trace of a worm. Obsessions led to sleepless nights and he kept pushing. Always moving, until one night, disregarding a concussion, his exhaustion lulled him to sleep. The cold giving way to numbness, unaware that his small body was freezing. He became buried in snow, lost to winter’s wonder. This boy was her Bat’s new bird, a shaky tether he held on to, that she clutched at. She could not, would not let her Bat break again, so soon. With deliberate practice, she dislodged a piece of her shadow and let it slip through blue lips. She watched as her bird took a breath, frost falling off him as he painfully twitched back to consciousness. She didn’t need to gather her shadows to silence for no noise escaped him. His face contorted in pain, his mouth open in a silent scream, heart beating painfully slow. He lay hidden the whole city asleep. With stiff limbs she saw him push at the blanket of snow, with his eyes she saw the first rays of dawn. It was the first time she had ever heard a whispered word of gratitude directed towards her. She wrapped shadowy tendrils around him, warming him in her embrace, seeking comfort in their connection. In her newfound tether. In her new bird. Through his ears she heard the calls of her Bat, checking in on their bird. The bird answered, voice hoarse and waited for the beat of his heart to become normal. She felt the spark in his chest as she helped him on his way, shortening the distance, further silencing his steps, pushing him with a cold breeze towards her Bat’s cave, their home. Her shadows sifted through his hair. Her bird was no longer alone. The spark reignited a flame that had dwindled and Gotham found hope.

Hope you enjoy! :D

#gotham #gotham city #fanfic #fanfiction #cryptid batfam #cryptid batman #robin #dick grayson #jason todd #briefly mentioned #bruce wayne #the third robin #tim drake #timothy drake #tim drake wayne #grim #angsty #everyone eventually dies #Bruce hasn't yet though

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Gah! I can't get over parents hugging their babies 😭🥰

beloveds of the bat

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Word Count: 2,227

[Here's my table of contents]

Part 2 - Chapter 7

“Whoa.” Conner whispered as if afraid that the looming gargoyles that watched over the driveway would turn towards him if he spoke too loud.

“Yeah.” Jon nodded.

Driving into Gotham had been an experience. Even if it was Metropolis’s neighbor, the city itself looked and felt menacing. The buildings loomed and were made of old stone. They had continued driving past the dark buildings and alley ways until they reached the area where the obviously wealthy lived. As they drove, the fancy houses turned bigger and the space between them lengthened. He had been confused when they had arrived at the end of the road and were met with a set of giant wrought iron gates, a W decorating the front. When Clark had pressed the gate intercom a stuffy voice answered and let them through. To his surprise they had continued driving, passing manicured hedges that prevented any further visibility besides the one directly in front. When they arrived to what was obviously the mansion, or palace Jon wasn’t completely sure, all they could do was stare up in amazement.

He had made a last ditch attempt to convince his parents that it wasn’t polite to bother them and that he didn’t want one of the kids to give up their room for Conner and him. Lois had reassured Jon that Wayne Manor had plenty of space. The three story high mansion definitely had “enough” space. The place was huge. It had wide stone stairs that led to a double door entrance and he was absolutely sure that the two attached buildings, on either side of the palace, were towers.

“I’ll go let them know we are here.” Clark said.

“I’ll go with you!” Conner yelled rushing to catch up with their dad.

Jon watched as Clark approached the towering doors and before he even knocked they opened. A man, Alfred, if Jon remembered correctly, walked out and greeted them. He then proceeded to help them with bringing up the suitcases they had packed for their stay. Entering the building felt like a whole other era, the foyer led to an open room, with a balcony, a curved staircase and in the middle was a giant chandelier.

“You will be staying in the west wing.” Alfred said. ”If you would follow me.”

Alfred took Lois’s two suitcases and turned to walk towards the staircase.

“Conner!” Tim called from the balcony that the stairs were attached to. He ran and slid down the intricate wooden banister, hopped off and ran towards Conner.

“Master Timothy, it is neither safe nor appropriate behavior to slide down the banister.” Alfred admonished Tim, a stern eyebrow raising.

“Sorry Alfred.” Tim looked down, his cheeks reddening.

“Please do not emulated the young master’s behavior.” Alfred turned to the Kent boys who nodded, wide eyed, in understanding.

Lois and Clark hid smiles behind their hands and followed Alfred up the stairs. Once on the second floor Alfred indicated that the hallway straight ahead led to the bedrooms that the family occupied and to the right, at the end of the balcony overlooking the entrance, was the west wing of the manor. The walls were a burgundy color with wood molding and decorated with old paintings. There were also old looking pedestals adorned with busts and other expensive looking things. The wooden floor they were walking on was covered by a hallway runner that seemed to go on forever.

“The boys can choose any of these two rooms,” Alfred indicted to two doors next each other, “Mister and Missus Kent, if you would follow me.”

Jon and Conner opened the door to the left and were shocked to see the size of the room. It had a queen sized bed, two night stands, a bench at the end of the bed, a dresser and a full length mirror. It had two windows on either side of the glass French doors which led to a balcony overlooking a large yard and what might have been a forest.

“Dibs!” Jon called.

“Not fair!” Yelled Conner. “This room even has an attached bathroom!”

“Chill out.” Tim interrupted. “Both rooms share the balcony and the bathroom, that’s why Alfred prepared them.”

Jon and Conner both rushed to the other room through the shared bathroom and saw that Tim was right, they were identical.

“Plus, it’s not like you’ll be in your room much except to sleep.” Tim shrugged.

“What do you mean?” Conner asked confused.

“You’ll be hanging out with me!” Tim smirked. “I have a lot of video games and it’s always fun to explore the grounds with a new set of eyes.”

Jon and Conner looked at each other smiling, maybe this stay would be more like an adventure.

“Young sirs,” the boys turned to see Alfred at the doorway of the room, “once you have settled, you are welcomed to join us for lunch.”

“I’ll give them a tour.” Tim told Alfred.

“Thank you, Master Timothy.” Alfred turned and left them.

Jon left Tim’s bedroom door ajar just in case he couldn’t find the room on his way back from getting a drink. Cassandra and Jason had joined the three of them to play video games and were now having a heated competition. Walking down the hallway he noticed that he might have gone the wrong way. He didn’t remember passing so many doors but then again he and Connor had been enthusiastically talking to Tim about the theater room downstairs. The hallway itself was spooky, it didn’t have any windows and the dark Victorian walls had old paintings of stuffy looking people. He decided to turn around only to stop in his tracks when he noticed a fluffy orange tabby staring at him in the middle of the hallway.

“Hi, little guy.” Jon said, looking around, trying to figure out where it had come from.

The cat meowed at him in response. He decided to crouch down, extend his hand towards the cat and wait to see if it would allow him to pet it. The cat bumped its head on his had, began to rub itself against Jon’s shins and purred. He laughed enjoying the feeling of soft fur on his hands.

“I bet you know how to get out of here.” Jon whispered as if afraid he would wake the still paintings surrounding them.

The tabby stopped, cocked its head to the side, turned around, tail up in the air and started walking away. Jon’s hand was still extended as he watched it go but the cat stopped, turned around and meowed at him, flicking its tail.

“Oh!” Jon scrambled to stand up. “You want me to follow you.”

The tabby meowed again this time sounding as if it said, “obviously.” Jon chuckled, following the cat until it slipped through a slightly opened door. Jon walked up to it and hesitantly opened the door to walk in. The cat had led him to a bedroom with a four poster bed, its green curtains drawn closed, and, besides all the normal things a bedroom normally had, a floor to ceiling display case filled with swords. In awe, Jon walked towards it and noticed that the display case was securely locked. Before he could fully immerse himself in the display, the orange tabby meowed at him from atop a desk.

“There you are.” Jon said walking up to it.

The cat had made itself comfortable on a closed laptop. The desk had a mixture of art supplies and textbooks. He looked around the room a bit more, one of the walls had the beginnings of a mural, next to the door leaned a baseball bat, glove and ball and if Jon was right about whose room he might have stumbled into, he should really leave. Damian had not been happy the last time they interacted, he was sure that trespassing into his room would not make things any better.

With a sense of urgency he began walking away, but abruptly stopped. The love letter! This was probably the only chance he would have to take it back! He rushed back towards the desk to carefully move things around and at the same time trying to place things back the same way he had seen them. The envelope would be easy to spot. He had made it himself, pink like Jay’s hair. He had even used a blue wax seal to stamp a letter J to the front of it. It made him blush with embarrassment. He opened the desk and after shuffling a couple of papers he found it. Jon grabbed it with shaky hands, thrilled at the fact the jerk hadn’t even opened it, the seal was still perfectly intact. Before he could shove it into his pocket it was snatched out of his hands.

“Tt, what are you doing?”

“Damian!” Turning around John stumbled a bit causing him to lean back against the desk, heart hammering in his chest.

Damian watched him with narrowed eyes and stood closer than Jon was comfortable. Jon noticed him wearing an apron splattered in paint, a white long sleeve rolled up to his elbows and a hair band to keep his hair out of his face.

“First, you keep throwing things at my head.” Damian pointed his index finger up and then the middle finger. “Second, I catch you trespassing AND stealing.” Jon watched him tap the envelope on his chin. “How will you make amends?”

“I never threw anything at you!” Jon’s shouted, his shock slowly turning to anger. He had been overwhelmed by Damian’s anger the first three times he had come into contact with him and now was getting real sick of the unfair treatment.

“Yes, you did.” Damian used the envelope to point at a particular spot on his head. “Right here, I’ve got the bump to prove it.”

“It was an accident!” Jon pushed Damian away, “I’d already apologized and,” Jon pointed at the pink envelope Damian held between his fingers, “that’s mine so, it’s not stealing!”

Damian looked at it in thought, then shrugged.

“If I remember correctly,” Damian leaned on one foot, nonchalantly pointing at Jon and smirked, “you gave it to me.”

“Well,” Jon stuttered, face heating up, not sure if it was from embarrassment or his rising annoyance, “I want it back!”

“No.”

“N-No? You haven’t even read it!”

“So?”

“There’s no point in you keeping it.”

“It’s mine.”

“But-“

“Master Damian, I’ve brought your afternoon tea.”

Jon whipped his head towards the open door and saw Alfred holding a silver tray with a tea set on top. Alfred stared at the boys with a raised eyebrow.

“Will you be joining him, Mister Kent?” Alfred asked.

“Yes, he will.” Damian answered for him, walking towards the open French doors leading to the veranda.

“No, I wont.” Jon followed, protesting.

“I caught Jon snooping and-” Damian directed towards Alfred. Jon rushed forward to cover his mouth, the blood draining from his face. He looked at Alfred shaking his head in the negative, unable to utter a word.

“Yes, well I am sure you will resolve,” Alfred walked past them to the veranda and placed the tea set along with a plate of cookies on a small round table, “whatever it is. Please enjoy.”

“You are such a jerk.” Jon hissed when Alfred left the room.

Damian scoffed taking off his apron and placing it on a stool along with his headband. There was an easel with a canvas depicting the garden below, it was unfinished but Jon couldn’t help staring.

“Like what you see?” Damian ran his fingers through his hair, smirking.

“No.” Jon snapped back looking Damian up and down, stupid jerk looked great with his white Henley and black jeans.

Jon turned around to go sit down at the the table. He took a sip of the tea, surprised at how good it tasted, the temperature not too cold or too hot. He took a bite of a cookie and smiled. He had only had lunch and now tea here at the Manor and everything was on par with how good his grandma’s cooking tasted.

“Alfred makes the best cookies.” Damian said sitting across from him. “Your lucky you got to taste some before my siblings got wind of them.”

“My grandma’s are better.” Jon shrugged.

Damian stared at him over the rim of his teacup. Jon was always hyper aware of Damian’s intense green eyes. His scrutiny made him uncomfortable, as if he couldn’t escape, like a bug under a magnifying glass. Maybe, if he received too focused attention his stare would burn him. Jon squirmed.

“You can pay me back,” Damian began, placing his tea cup back on the saucer, “by helping me with my chores.”

“What?” Jon scowled.

“Tt, it’s the least you can do,” Damian bit into a cookie, “to make amends.”

“I am NOT helping you with your chores.” Jon gripped the edge of the table. “I already apologized for those ACCIDENTS.”

“If you don’t,” Damian wiped his mouth with a napkin, “I’ll tell your parents that I caught you stealing.”

Jon acquiesced, gritting his teeth and glaring at him. Damian sat back crossing his arms with a smug look of triumph on his face. Jon wanted to punch him.

He really wished that he hadn’t followed that cat.

Sorry for the delay on this, I had difficulty writing it. I hope you guys enjoy it!

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #jon kent #jon samuel kent #jonathan samuel kent #jonathan kent #damian and jon #jondami #damijon #conner kent #tim drake #high school au #no capes au #fanfic #fanfiction #first time writing #supersons #wayne manor

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Lmao this is too funny 😂

Was halfway through this comic when I realised it would be funnier with Steph, who’s punched BOTH her dads

#conner kent #kon el #Tim Drake #young just us #funny comic

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Awww wittle Damian 😍🥰❤️

messy sketch on the phone because it was the only thing I could draw on😞 I haven't drawn on my phone for a long time, so you can see a lot of mistakes here BUT I DON'T CARE guys I enjoyed the process.

#dc #dc fanart #artists on tumblr #batman #dc robin #fanart #batfam #damian wayne #bruce wayne #bruce is a good dad

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Omg so soft and cute 🥰

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Gotham Possesses

A cryptid Batfamily AU in which Gotham is the main character and follows its journey to consciousness as it follows its Bat and Birds. Chapters are short and a bit gloomy.

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd (more characters pop up later, will add them then.)

No romantic relationships

Stuff to know: Cryptid Batfamily, grim, Melancholic mood (let me know if I should add more tags)

Word Count: 557

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Chapter 5 - Gotham Slept

Her Bat had always kept his secrets close. He had always prided the perceived control he had over himself. He always planned. He always prepared. Eventually his mission drove a wedge between him and her bird. Her bird was fed up, she could feel his frustration, his captivity and so she let her bird fly outside of her loving embrace. Her tendrils had extended farther than the city limits. Learning from the land, observing, absorbing, twinning and reaching until she touched another city. Bludhaven, it was called. Silently it slept, dormant. She led her bird there, close enough to keep the tether taut but lose enough to feel free. Unsure if the city would ever wake. Unsure if she was the only one aware. Relieved that her bird was within her grasp. Time ticked by and her Bat met a boy, small, with cracks but he made her Bat laugh. He brought him to the Manor and she watched curiously. He knew her differently than they, intimately. He had crawled within her muck and clawed and fought his way up just to be able to breathe, to eat. He had only known warmth in brief lucid windows and knew of the pain brought by meaty fists. He had been witness to the horrors brought on by need and even participated in a few. He was a survivor of a different kind. The boy would learn to fly, she knew. Some things are certain and her connection to her Bat, the tether, compelled. Her shadows embraced him. The boy donned the colors of her bird, of Robin, and her Bat’s loneliness was assuage. The new bird was not as graceful nor did he ride the skies as if he belonged, but he made up for it by being quick and clever of her streets. She watched them dance, aware of not being the only one, but too focused to care. She wove around him, caressing his hair, unable to do much else for him but lighten the burden of protection from her Bat. She made it harder for the villains, to see, to hear. Everything else was a learned skill, taught by her Bat. The day she felt her Bat’s pain, it was all consuming. In a wooden casket lay a shattered bird, the cracks finally given way. Cold, stiff and without warmth he was placed within her soil. The Bat blamed himself, claimed that he should have been better, should have done things differently. Her Bat blamed her, claimed that she took and took and took. She cried relentlessly, screamed and lit the skies. He was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. She would give back. She always did. Lightning struck her soil, tearing a spark of shadow from her. It did not work. She had given her shadow to the other bird once before and she would do it again. She struck again and again until a connection was formed. A rope to bind him to her. She called the vermin that slunk in her sewers and they dug. The bird took a breath, nearly drowning himself, but he had clawed his way up before and so he did again. The bird came out wrong. Twisted and confused. The bird was stolen, taken from his nest. She was too weak to hold onto him and in her exhaustion, Gotham slept.

Let me know what you guys think! I wrote this instead of working on my other fic. I just can't seem to get that chapter right.....

#gotham #gotham city #fanfic #fanfiction #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #robin #nightwing #dick grayson #briefly mentioned #bruce wayne #jason todd #the second robin #grim #angsty #angst #obviously jason dies #the one who takes him is Talia al Ghul

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