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llannasvsp · 4 months

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"Basing all of Lloyd's trauma with his dad based on the one incident of him getting thrown through a wall is weird."

I don't think this is the exact quote, but it's been on my mind a lot since someone commented it under one of my posts. I want to make a quick disclaimer: I am not intending this to be rude, to belittle anyone's opinions, or to start any fights or discourse. I just want to elaborate on why myself and so many other people use that moment as a jumping point for Lloyd's post SoG daddy issues.

The quick version of Lloyd and Garmadon's relationship timeline is as follows: destined hero of the world must fight his evil father. Neither of them want to fight, but both must because it's foretold. Garmadon is redeemed by his son, and they build a relationship, making up for lost time. Garmadon must sacrifice himself, leaving Lloyd (at Lloyd's own hands), and was thought to be gone forever. A few years later, the blackest part of Garmadon's soul was brought back from the grave with the soul purpose of making Lloyd suffer.

Okay, that wasn't quick. But the point is, Lloyd and Garmadon don't have a traditional father/son relationship.

In Legacy of the Green Ninja, Garmadon was posessed by the Overlord. Lloyd was able to purify Garmadon's heart when defeating the Overlord, giving their relationship as father and son a new beginning. Lloyd had saved his father and he had forgiven him for the things that weren't his fault.

In Sons of Garmadon, we see Lloyd wrestling with that moment the entirety of the episode "True Potential". The fact that he was able to cleanse his father's soul was eating away at him. He wanted to believe he could do it again. He so desperately wanted his father back that it caused him to act irrationally. He manipulated his friends and hurt the people he loved because they wouldn't let him bring his father back to the light.

Then the fight at Kryptarium happens. Lloyd pleads with Garmadon to change; to see who he is deep inside. Even as he is ragdolled by his father, he begs for him to stop.

"You wouldn't hurt me; your son." "I have no son." - Lloyd and Garmadon; SoG (True Potential)

Lloyd had been beaten and thrown around (and was definitely bleeding and bruised at this point) and was still unwilling to give up on the fact that his father was really gone.

Then Garmadon throws him through the walls. Lloyd couldn't move, he could barely breathe, and he would have have died had the ninja not saved him.

This moment is when Lloyd's view of his father shifted. He no longer saw a man that could be saved; he saw the man who had hurt him, who had destroyed the good person his father was.

"I'll never place my trust in that of which is only a mere twisted shadow of the good man my father once was." - Lloyd, Splinter in the Blind Man's Eye

In his own words, Lloyd describes Garmadon as a "twisted shadow". This is not the man he saved all those years ago. This is a monster. A man who had no remorse for almost taking his sons' life. A man who tried to kill him again after Harumi's death.

And while we, the audience can see the shift in Garmadon's emotions after March of the Oni, we have to realize that it would be harder for Lloyd to see that shift. Garmadon almost took his life. Of course he would be unwilling to trust him in Crystalized.

To close this out, I'll get back to the main point. It's true that not all of his daddy issues came from being thrown through the Kryptarium walls. However, this is where the definite shift in Lloyd's perception of Garmadon takes place, therefore, it is a good basis for his trauma.

#in defense of crystalized lloyd #can you tell i care a lot about lloyd??#because i sure can't #have i finally said all i need to say about lloyd and his trauma?#but this is it for a while #i think...#probably not #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #garmadon #ninjago textpost

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glittering-moonlillie · 1 year

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Damian Wayne x "villain" Reader: Part Two

Warnings: Slightly suggestive.

Summary: Damian was determined to win this game you two had begun to play. You just wanted ice cream.

Word Count: 1948

Damian furiously tapped away at his computer from the comfort of his home office. He was never one to step down from a challenge, nor was he one to lose them. This was no different. It had been exactly 37 hours since the meet he had with you, but instead of gaining the answers he so desperately needed, he only got more questions. The conversation you had with him still lingered in his mind too and every time he thought about it, his face would heat up and his body would tense.

You were very attractive, one of the reasons why he was so curious about you in the first place. Did he know that his feelings and emotions were getting in the way of his night job? Yes. Did he care? Well, the answer was obvious. He refused to go to sleep until he knew your name, until he knew why you were robbing all these people.

There were a few suspects he had in mind for the identity behind the person who intrigued him so much, but there was only one that accurately fit the bill: Y/n L/n. From what he could tell, you were an average Gotham civilian. You were a fashion design student at the same college he attended, which would explain the effortless detail put into your vigilante attire. You didn’t come from a place of wealth either, so you were most likely running off scholarship funds. The only problem was that you seemed too average, too nice, to be a villain. Of course, Damian has had his fair share of encounters with people who were two-sided, but this really didn’t seem like the case here.

Damian’s first assumption was that you were stealing money for college, especially since fashion design was not the cheapest class to be taking. It was petty, yes, but plausible. However, upon looking into it further he realized that you only accepted one scholarship despite being offered at least 10 different ones. It was a Wayne scholarship, a full ride one at that. Immediately, Damian’s first assumption was ruled out. He had to dig further.

It took a few more hours and a little help from Oracle to find an old newspaper online that mentions how you were an avid helper in community service, prominently known for spending most of your time in soup kitchens and homeless shelters. As he read the article further, Damian couldn’t help but smirk. It looks like he found his little villain.

He quickly got dressed into his Robin costume, deciding it was time to pay you a little visit.

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It had been a day or so since your little escapade with Robin and you still were unsure how you even made it out of there freely. Of course, you were glad that you weren’t thrown into Arkham but now that Robin was onto you, you weren’t sure when you would be able to go out again. You were confident that flirting your way out of a situation could only work once with him.

You did your best to try and not think of the absurd way you were behaving that night but it was impossible to get the image of him centimeters away from your lips out of your head. The image had fully consumed you until you were all hot and bothered and only left thinking of what else he could do to you.

The night was still young so you decided to grab your half gallon of ice cream and watch a silly romcom in the hopes of getting Robin out of your brain. As your feet padded across the cold floor of the cheap apartment, you couldn’t help but realize the window was open. You must have accidentally left it open. Not thinking much of it, you pulled it close. Turning back around, you opened the freezer door and grabbed the gallon. You closed it again, revealing a dark, shadowy figure leaning on the side of the cabinet next to you. A scream tore its way out of your throat, the ice cream falling out of your hands and messily landing on the floor.

“Surprised to see me?” The figure stepped closer just enough so you could make out the shape of a cape and the glint of a utility belt. It was Robin.

You were in complete shock, your brain freezing over. You looked back down at the floor. “You made me drop my ice cream…” You said sadly.

Robin took a step back, his forehead creasing. “How did I drop your ice cream? You were the one holding it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have dropped it if you weren’t suddenly in my house!” The second time you said it, the more it sank in. “Wait, how are you…how did you…”

The smirk on the vigilante reappeared, stepping over the ice cream and swaggering his way towards you. “It looks like I won this little game you tried to make me play, Y/n.” He reached for your hands, effortlessly pinning them above your head against the wall. “I know the real reason why you were robbing all those houses.”

Your heart sank. “Then…I suppose you should be taking me to Arkham for my crimes instead of just pinning me against a wall.” You couldn’t help but feel bitter about the situation, letting it slip out in your voice. If you had just been a bit more careful, then maybe you would have been able to continue your operation. Then maybe you would have been able to help more people just a little while longer.

Robin looked down at you with a confused expression, as if you had said something completely bonkers. “I just told you that I knew the real reason why you were stealing all that money,” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “Why would I put a pretty thing like you in that hell hole just for trying to help this city?”

You shuddered at the feeling of his breath tickling your neck. Having Robin so close made your heart rate nearly double. It would only take a few more inches for him to latch onto your neck. “So…so you aren’t going to put me away?” You whimpered in his grasp.

“No.” He stated softly. “I have a proposition for you instead.”

Robin slowly let go of your wrists, using his free hand to tilt your head up so you could make eye contact with him. At least, you tried to make eye contact with him. Only the white lids of the domino mask stared back at you.

“Are you going to punish me, bird boy?” You whispered, secretly hoping that he would. Images of him pushing you onto the couch or carrying you to your room and throwing you on the bed filled your mind.

His low chuckle bounced along the walls of the cold kitchen, but it was harder to focus on the temperature when his warm body was so so close to yours. “You’d really want that, huh.”

“More than you could ever possibly know.” You swiftly answered. “You know I’m a really big fan of yours, right? I think I have my poster of you still up in my bedroom if you’d like pro-”

“Are you going to let me help you or not?” You snapped out of your horny thoughts and glanced back up at his masked face. A part of you truly was embarrassed about how you were behaving when he was right there in front of you, but the more prominent side of your brain did not care. He could have thrown you in Gotham and ruined your life, but instead he was trying to hear you out, to help you. You were allowed to have some silly thoughts about him.

“Sorry, sorry, yes. I am all eyes and ears, please don’t throw me into jail.” Robin rolled his eyes, his lips twisting into a smile.

“You just wanted to help out Gotham, correct? You wanted more money in order to buy more supplies for the homeless? How about instead of stealing it, I will give you whatever money you need to fulfill your desire to help out on the streets.” For once, you weren’t able to say anything for a few moments, not even a witty remark. You studied the vigilante's face, trying to decide if this was an elaborate ruse.

It was disturbing how genuine he sounded. Obviously it was his job to get rid of crime and help out Gotham in any way he could, but Robin wasn’t mandated to go above and beyond for every regular citizen like this. The more you thought about it, the more questions it raised.

“There has to be a catch to all of this.” You said. “There’s got to be.” You knew that you weren’t the most intelligent person in this room, but you weren’t stupid enough to get into a deal without knowing all the details. For all you know, this could be a scheme to use you as bait for a scarier villain. Not that you thought that lowly of Robin himself however, you were just trying to stay on the cautionary side of things.

“You are correct. There is one catch to all of this.” The conceited look on his face only stretched further. You waited for him to continue his thought. And waited. And waited.

“Well? Do not leave me hanging like this!” You never were the patient type, but by God this was torture.

“You go on a date with me this Saturday.” He finally answered.

WHAT-

Robin must have noticed the bewilderment on your face because he immediately followed up the statement by saying “Think of it as an opportunity to impress me. Unless, of course, you are all talk and no show.”

He had the audacity to wink at you.

You blinked. “I mean, I was going to ask if you were going to be dressed as a ninja or if I’m going to have to play Which guy in this restaurant is the most likely to dress up as a bird and fight crime, because I obviously don’t need to impress you if you are already asking me out, but sure.”

Despite loving the position he was trapping you in, you managed to scoot off to the side and clean up the remnants of ice cream that was already half infused into the cheap wood flooring. In any case, it was nice to know that you won’t need to seek comfort in the dessert. Robin grabbed a handful of the napkins you had on the counter and helped you clean up the ice cream mess as well.

“I’ll pick you up from your apartment. I won’t be wearing my Robin suit since it’s only fair now that I know who you are. Does 7PM sound good for you?”

“It sounds perfect to me, bird boy.” You stood up to throw away the mushy, ice cream soaked, napkins, your eyes still focused on him. “Just as long as I get to help out my friends at the homeless shelter. They mean a lot to me, yknow?”

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, effectively pulling you closer to him, though it wasn’t near enough to be considered a hug. “I know, that’s why I suggested it, darling.”

“Woah now, I’m supposed to be the flirty one. Let’s not confuse our roles now!” You laughed lightly.

“That would be such a shame, wouldn’t it?” He leaned in closer once again. “But I think someone teased me a bit too much last time and I believe she should pay for her actions.”

Robin’s lips were now brushing against yours, allowing you to briefly feel them whenever he spoke. “What do you think?” He purred.

Instead of answering, you fluttered your eyes closed and kissed him.

I was surprised how fast I finished this since I started it late last night. I hope that lovely anon who requested a second part likes it. I decided to take some liberties with it XD

I didn't edit as much though, I am lazy potato

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