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batfamily-trash · 5 years

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Always

Anthanasia al Ghul x Bi!Reader x Ex! Damian Wayne al Ghul

The sound of swords clashing against each other echoed across the room. Y/N grunted as they pushed against Damian’s sword. “Getting tired?” Damian mocked.

Y/N glared at him and threw him off-balance before pinning him on to the ground. “Tired? Never.”

Damian smirked and flipped their positions. “Y/N, belov–”

“Don’t call me that!” Y/N shouted as they pushed the assassin off them. “I am not your my ‘beloved’. Not anymore.”

Y/N got off the ground, picking up their sword in the process. “If I remember correctly you were the one who broke up with me.”

Damian recoiled at the memory. It was true, he broke up with them. Only to protect them. Like that worked out well. He sighed and stood up. He watched as Y/N angrily sheathed their sword. He sighed and picked up his own sword.

Y/N quietly observed Damian from the corner of their eye. Ever since they joined the regime, Damian had been acting weird. It may have been that they joined or that he found out they were dating his sister, Anthanasia. Either way, it annoyed them.

A tap on the shoulder brought Y/N back to reality. They averted their attention from Damian to the person in front of them.

“Everything alright N/N?” Anthansasia asked. You smiled and gave her a quick kiss.

“Yeah, just missing you,” Y/N replied. Anthansasia returned the smile, only to notice her brother sulking in the background.

“Something wrong Damian? Or are you just jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous of you?” Damian huffed, raising his hands up in defense.

Y/N groaned in annoyance. They put a hand on Anthansasia’s shoulder to hold her back and prevent her from doing something stupid. “Anthansasia….”

She shrugged off Y/N’s hand and stalked towards Damian. “Are you sure? Because ever since Y/N joined the regime you’ve been more bothersome than before.”

Damian just glared at his sister in silence. He knew he was going to have to answer or she was going to keep on prying. “For the last time, I’m not jealous. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a mission to prepare for.”

Anthansasia and Y/N watched as Damian left the training room. Y/N sighed and walked towards their girlfriend. “What were you trying to achieve love?”

“Nothing,” she murmured. She turned on her heel and made her way out of the training room, leaving a confused Y/N behind.

“Time to figure out what’s going on,” Y/N whispered to herself. After making sure Anthansasia wasn’t nearby, Y/N made their way to Damian’s quarters. If anyone had any answers, it would be Damian.

Once Y/N made it Damian’s quarters they just stood in front of the door, contemplating what to do. They raised their hand to knock but stopped when the door swung open.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk.”

Damian moved to the side, Y/N thanked him and quietly entered the room.

“What do you want to talk about,” asked Damian. Y/N turned to face him. In all honesty, they didn’t want to be there, but it was necessary.

“Ever since I joined the regime you have been acting weird, and I want to know what’s happening.”

Damian leaned against the door as he thought about his reply.

It’s been a while since Y/N actually got a good look at him. He had changed so much from the last time they saw him.

“Nothing’s happening, Y/N. You’re just overthinking this.”

“Sure I am,” they scoffed. “Dami please.”

Damian sighed as he pushed himself off the wall. “Fine, Y/N I… I still have feelings for you. I’ve always had feelings for you. Feelings that I have been denying since I found out about you and my sister.”

Y/N stood there in shock. They didn’t know how to respond to this. They weren’t expecting a love confession. “I-uh- Damian…”

“I know Y/N, I just… just forget I said anything. You should go before Anthanasia starts to worry.”

Y/N nodded and immediately left the room. As Damian shut the door he quickly whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Not wanting to be caught standing in front of Damian’s room, Y/N immediately made their way to their own room. They didn’t know how to feel. They felt sad, mad, but mostly confused. Confused about everything.

They stayed silent as Anthanasia approached them. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Anthanasia softly wiped the tears off Y/N’s face. They leaned into her touch, sniffling a bit. “I- I went to talk to Damian about what happened earlier.”

“What did he do to make you upset?!?”

"He said… he said he still loved me,” they said whispering the last part. Anthanasia scowled and quickly engulfed Y/N in a hug.

“No matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side.”

“I know.”

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kneesheee · 5 years

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Little Devil

Warnings: references to torture. references to murder. mentions of death. canon typical fighting.

|eight|

Damian didn’t know how to feel. It felt like millennia since he stepped foot in Nanda Parbat. Even though he knew that it was temporary. He knew that it wouldn’t last. He knew it was only for a moment.

It still felt like home.

He watches silently as the mountains call for him. His mother. His cousin. His sister. His… his brother. He sees how Queen and Lance seem to relax. Yes, Nanda Parbat. A place of healing and enlightenment. And yet, its shadows are coated with enough blood to fill the red sea.

His mother stands before them as she looks upon their home. His brother and cousin flanked her sides. They looked like the perfect warriors that they were born to be. His mother turns her head to glance back at him. He suddenly feels wrong. He had been raised to be the one by his father’s side as his partner. It was his destiny. His heritage to take over the mantle in the future. And yet, here he stood as Robin and he felt wrong.

She smiles at him knowingly, and suddenly, he’s unpinning the Robin emblem. His pulls his sword from underneath the seats of the Bat plane. He tugs his hood over his head. It isn’t much, yet he feels more like himself than he has in long time.

His eyes glow in a way they haven’t since his birth.

He stops denying who he truly was.

Robin. Heir to the Demon. Son of the Bat. The Demonic Prince. A Dark Knight. An Al Ghul. A Wayne.

Damian.

Athanasia watched quietly from the rafters as The Forgotten One’s guards patrolled the cell areas. She had received word earlier that her mother was planning to a raid. Right now, she had to help her mother’s most trusted escape from the cells that her aunt through them in. Lady Shiva. Lord Ubu. Lord Wilson and his daughter Rose. Lord Lawson was also here.

She dropped from the rafters in the middle of guard change and quickly pick the lock to Lady Shiva’s cell. When the next guard came, Lady Shiva was already moving to take her down as Athanasia moved on to free the others.

She bowed deeply as she apologized, “I will like to formally apologize on my mother’s behalf for the offense my aunt has dolt out. This should have never happened, and she will pay dearly for her crimes.”

A small smirk pulled at Sandra’s lips as she waved away the apology, “Thank you, Athanasia. Your manners are impeccable as always.”

Mr. Lawson leaned against the wall, “Where is your mother anyway? How did Nyssa get the drop on her to be able to do all of this?”

She sighed deeply. Troubled. “Mother had been compromised and needed to be sent away for her safety. These past two months have been troubling, but all is well now. She had her a few days of recovery and she’s on her way here to take back what it rightfully hers.”

Lord Wilson chuckled a little bitterly, “Good ole Talia. Can always count on her to come.”

Athanasia tilted her head to the side before she turned away, “Yes, Mother will do anything to make sure Grandfather’s legacy doesn’t end up in Aunt Nyssa’s hand. She also quite determined to make sure my brothers and I don’t end up in her hands. Otherwise, who knows what could happened. Mother would do anything for her children.”

Lady Shiva stood tall. Her back ramrod straight as she gazed upon her, “She didn’t have you bust us free just to stand around. What’s the plan?”

When she turned back to look at them, her eyes were glowing green.

To Jamila, the world was tinted green. She felt at peace. She felt like herself. She was home. A place she has spent many years running from. From where there hiding in the forbidden mountains, she could almost see the area where she dumped her grandfather’s body after she had killed.

A small shudder ran through. She could still feel his blood on her hands. She can still the see the way the light fades away in his eyes. She hears Lazarus roar in her head. She feels how his body slackens. She sees how proud he is. It’s like being under water and just barely hearing his words as realizations crashes down upon her.

You are the Demon Head.

A manicured hand lays gently on her face. She comes back to herself. She’s no longer staring into aging face of her grandfather. Her aunt is staring at her in concern. Again, as she had many times before, she wishes the woman before her was her mother.

“Are you with us, my love,” her aunt’s voice soothes. She gives herself a mental shake. She could deal with her emotions and the ghosts of her past later. Right now, she has a mission to complete. And the mission comes first.

She nods her head once before she is once again turning away. She stares at the compound in which she was raised.

You are the Demon Head.

No. She wasn’t. She wasn’t the demon head. She wasn’t the demon head’s heiress.

She was the Death Demon. She was the Demon of Death. She was an Al Ghul. She was a Wilson. She was Nyssa Raatko’s daughter. She was Slade Wilson’s daughter. She was Talia Al Ghul’s niece. She was Damian and Anthanasia’s cousin. She was Jason’s cousin. She was Ra Al Ghul’s granddaughter.

She was the League’s hope.

Huh. Maybe she is the demon’s head.

She was Jamila Al Ghul.

It was time her mother learned that.

Jason didn’t know how to feel. He hadn’t stepped foot here in a long while. But now?

He could hear the mountains call for him. Standing beside Talia and he felt like a fifteen-year-old boy again just finding out that he died and came back to life. Finding out that his father let his killer roam free. Replaced him.

It was almost enough to spark an aged old bitterness in him. He steps away as Talia comforts Jamila as she deals with her own ghost of this place. Nanda Pardat, a place of healing and enlightenment. He inwardly snorted. This place only picked at old wounds that he thought that time had close.

His team move to his side and feel the burning heat as Kori’s hairbrushes against him. It didn’t bother him. He had been stoned cold dead on the inside for years. If anything, it reminded him that he had much to live for.

He squeezes Kyle’s hand when it slips into his. After this, he should do better by this man. He seems determined to stick around him no matter how hard he pushes him away. Roy catches his eyes and nods at his best friend. He flashes a small smile at Artemis and something warm fills him as she scoffs lightly but he knows he’s not imagining the smile on her face. He pats Bizarro on the shoulder instead of going for a hug.

He squeezes Kyle’s hand one more time before walking back over to Talia and Jamila. His cousin looks like she dealt with her own ghost. His flaming daggers are pricking at his skin.

“Everything ready, T,” he questions as soon as he nears. The two women turn to look at him. Their piercing green eyes run over his form before his aunt gives a sharp nod. She gestured everyone else over.

“Yes, everything should be in place by now. We’re just waiting for---”

The southeast corners (the forbidden quarters if he’s remembering correctly) blow up in a cloud of smoke. Jamila’s laugh rings loud into the night.

“That. We’re waiting on that.”

Damian is staring at his mother with wide eyes, “Mother, weren’t those Aunt Nyssa’s quarters.”

Jamila’s laughter makes much more sense. Talia waves his words away, “It matters not. I’ve been meaning to redecorate. Come now. This way. We’ll be moving through the secret corridor in Father’s old quarters. I thought that it’d come in handy one day and I was right.”

Jason spared a small glance back at his comrades, “Let’s go.”

They were smart enough to know not to mention his gleaming red eyes.

It was surprisingly easy to get throw the compound filled to the brim with rogue soldiers. Talia can admit that. Though she was greatly appalled that these were the warriors that her sister assigned for her own protection? She honestly feltlike she was in one of the martial arts classes’ that Jason used to drag her to. The ones were the martial arts teacher obviously had no idea what they were doing. Black belts? More like on the brim of blue and purple.

Hardly good enough to stop her.

Jamila’s already pulling a hidden tablet from the floorboards right outside of Father’s offices. She hands the device over to Talia and her fingers fly over the keyboard as she shuts down the system.

Feet are running in their direction and Jamila’s flickering her guns out. Her ponytails bounce as she stalks into the hallway. Her Beloved moves to follow her. Probably to stop her from killing like the rest of his brood have done since they’ve entered the building.

“I will not hesitate to put right through your dick, Batman,” Jamila growls without turning around. “Back off.”

And then she gone around the corner. The sound of gunshots and metal hitting flesh is heard. Laughter so dark and ugly. Screams of pain.

Talia is searching the security systems and cameras trying to pinpoint Nyssa’s location. Trying to make sure she doesn’t have her daughter.

“Please. Please. Don’t kill me. Let me go. PLEAS---”

Pointed silence met Jamila as she walked back into the room. She scoffed lightly, “There still alive.” Only Talia heard the for now in the air.

Standing back to full height, she turned towards them. Her gaze was still on the tablet in her hands. “She’s recalling all of her men to her. She will no doubt have my nephew at her side. We will cross through Jason’s quarters and then take the long way around through Damian’s old quarters then make our way into the throne room. I’ll send off word for our inside team to meet us at the crossways between mine and Jamila’s quarters.”

Talia paid no mind to whisper of Jason’s lover questioning the others of just how big the compound was. She’s already moving, and her strides doesn’t stop as she snatches one of these lowlifes’ thugs’ guns off the ground as she heads towards her sister.

Its time to end this.

Maybe she’ll plunge her into a Lazarus pit over and over and over again until the only thing she knows is pain and angry and green. So much green.

She’s moving on autopilot as she takes down any assailant coming her way. A part of her that stills there keeps from killing them at that moment. If they just so happen to die from their wounds, well what’s one less worthless piece of trash in the grand scheme of themes.

She’s tossing some man the size of Ubu over her shoulder. Her heels click as she continues down the hall. Jason and Jamila jump out in front of her and take down more men. Damian is spinning through the air as his sword twirls alongside him.

Her stride never breaks.

They were almost to Jason’s quarters. She didn’t even blink when a glowing green starblast hit someone square in the chest. She casually stepped of the way of a glowing green hand pulling men up from the floor.

She nodded her head at the Amazon as she swung her battle ax through the air. She accepted the hand from the clone as he flew her over some women looking like pincushions from various arrows.

She’s fighting back to back with her beloved. It felt like old times before everything went to hell. Before the world turned green. Green with jealousy. Green. Green. Green. She remembers Nyssa. Her sister. And it hurt so bad. The green. It hurt her.

She smashes some man’s head into the glass table.

Talia keeps on walking.

A scream pierces the air and a man close flying through the window.

They’re almost to the crossways.

She reloads her gun.

The barrel of her gun is pointed at a mask face. Jamila has one pressed against a wall with a knife pressed tightly to their throat. The green fades away as a hand clasps her shoulder. She blinks and she’s looking into an orange and black mask. Ubu is once again by her side. Jamila releases her sister.

She can’t see it, but she knows that Slade is smiling mockingly at her. Its out of character for her. At least to Bruce and the rest of his brood and allies. But she’s laughing and punching Slade on the shoulder lightly.

“The Princess is storming the castle,” he jokes lightly and she’s laughing again. “I have to protect the crown.”

He’s stepping out the way and gesturing down the hall, “Well don’t let me stop you.”

“You won’t.”

And then she’s turning towards her daughter. She hugs Anthanasia tightly and run her hand over her daughter’s face. She sees small wounds and bruises appearing on her skin. Anger lights up her entire being. Jamila is behind her placing her hand on either side of Anthansia’s face before turning her head side to side. She captures the girl into a hug.

Talia doesn’t look back to see the shock on her beloved’s face. Now is not time. She’s moving again and she doesn’t have to look back to know that Jamila and Ubu and Anthanasia and Jason have all blocked Bruce’s access to her. Sandra is at her side and she could feel amusement dripping off her friend.

They’re moving together again as they take down the last of the stranglers. Both flipping through the air wrapping their lips around their opponents’ necks.

Ubu pushes the doors to the throne room open forcefully. Its basically an army standing before. Talia holds up the tablet in her hands. She types in the code to the prison cells without looking knowing that all her agents were in there.

The exiled warriors’ part like the red sea. She sees her nephew first. Standing at the side of the throne like she did many years ago at her father’s side. He looked so dutiful. So, brainwashed by the ideals that were not his own. She will save him.

Green meets green.

“Hello, sister.”

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