#c: ra's al ghul

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny ends up a doctor like his parents, just not the type of doctor they were expecting.

Danny becomes an archeologist.

He couldn't help it! Most of his friends were dead people, some from as far back as ancient Mesopotamia! He automatically knew every dead language by virtue of being a ghost! The way his friends talked, he wanted to know more about their lives. So he goes looking and makes a name for himself.

He becomes a well known archeologist. As a grad student, he works for the Drakes, even babysitting their son, Tim. He goes to Janet's, and later Jack's, funeral, offering to take Tim in, which the boy is grateful for but declines in favor of a bio-uncle. Eventually, Danny discovers the remains of an ancient cult in the Middle East.

Ra's learns that the remains of the original League of Shadows has been uncovered by a group of archeologists. Originally visiting the dig site to ensure the group doesn't discover any traces of the modern-day League, he finds himself intrigued by the young Dr. Fenton leading the dig. He's smart and bright and the first person in 400 years that can speak Ra's birth language. He becomes fond of the good doctor, even more so when he discovers that Danny's a conservationist and is skilled with a Xiphos (all Pandora's doing). How strange that their spars often end up with them retreating to Danny's tent to be alone...

And then Danny invites Tim Drake to visit, worried about the boy being a teen CEO with no breaks. Tim agrees.

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #adult danny fenton #doctored halves #but i don't like that name so i'm tagging #deadly decisions #c: danny fenton #c: ra's al ghul #c: tim drake #Tim: Oh Boy i can't wait to visit with a friend of my parents and enjoy a relaxing vacat--YOU!! #Ra's: Oh hello Timothy. #Danny frantically hiding hickies: y-yes hello tim! so good to see you!

[justafanwarrior]

DP x DC Prompt #1

An old collection is finally shown again at the British Museum after being left in boxes for a few decades.

By coincidence one Tucker Foley, reincarnation of a Pharaoh, notices among the collection several items that used to belong to him. It doesn't take much (or anything) to convince Sam and Danny to go on a... Field trip yup field trip with him to London, a little vacation for his 24th birthday if you will. What do you mean his birthday isn't before several months? That's blasphemy.

They simply came during the day as to control the perimeter (and make a list of other artefacts that would suddenly be returned to their rightful place.)

They could not have planned that one Ra's Al Ghul also had several of his own personal items that he wished to retrieve among the very same collection. Or that he would decide to not only get them back himself but also at the same time.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #Ra's was bored and decided to do the heist himself #he did notice the 3 young adults checking the perimeter at the same time as him in the afternoon #ending up doing the heist *with* them wasn't planned #but he did have fun #everlasting trio #a certain statue will soon be returned to her sisters #among many other artifacts that the countries will fight tooth and nail to keep now that they have them back #Ra's is just as surprised as anybody else that he ends up befriending the 3 #the 4 of them end up planning a few other heists throughout the year on several other museums #all museums that refuse to restitute the stolen artifacts #c: ra's al ghul #the everlasting trio are all some kind of powerful entity on their own #they're just causing chaos while in vacation they're not like active villains or anything

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Blob Ghosts Adventures

okay crack idea!

y'all know those little transparent marble sized orbs that when you put them in water just grow?

What are they called orbeez?

Anyway!

Onto my idea

Blob ghosts have the same reaction, in the Infinity realms they're fine won't grow much but outside the realm?

Ohohoha! They don't have a true limit!

On an unrelated note Ra's seems to have an infestation that only continue to multiply in quantity and physical size.

Well at least they seem to enjoy his pit waters.

~

Just imagine a huge blob ghost relaxing inside one of the pits like they're on vacation with a sunhat and shades surrounded by other blob ghosts of varying sizes all the while Ra's is in the background looking tiny in comparison

~

Just an Idea

#dpxdc #dp x dc #blob ghost pit takeover au #danny phantom #dc x dp #batman #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #c: ra's al ghul

[dcconfessions]

I used to HATE the Al Ghuls with a passion (including Damian) all for different reasons. For Ra's, it was just that he didn't feel like a real threat bc I have never seen him in a single combat scene. For Talia, I think it was bc she took advantage of Bruce and then cloned her own son to kill him. For Damian, I found him so so annoying and the fact that he tried to kill my favorite robin (tim) when they first met didn't help matters. Also he was kinda self-centered. I still hate Ra's, but Talia's ok ig and Damian is still my least favorite robin, but I don't hate him too much anymore

Anon this was such a fucking gutpunch I'm sorry

#dc confessions #asks #anon #u: fanon #<- let us be SO fr #c: talia al ghul #c: damian wayne #c: ra's al ghul

[punkeropercyjackson]

One of my most behated superhero fan trope's is 'Calls itself a villain au but in reality is just an excuse for the creator to have kid hero characters romantically paired up with adult bad guys and fails to actually excecute villanous aspects in a well-written way or even put them in at all'

#DIE i'm serious ESPECIALLY if it's KID'S superhero media.if you can't write corruption narratives without c*sa you have no writing skills #comics #antiproship #grooming cw #age cap cw #sa cw #child molestation cw #dick grayson #anti slade wilson #jason todd #roman sionis #tim drake #ra's al-ghul #stephanie brown #antijaysteph #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #momo yaoyorozu #dabi #shigaraki tomura #peter parker #miles morales #gwen stacy #otto octavius #eddie brock #miguel o'hara #kim possible #shego #children's rights #summerposting

[martyrbat]

batman #400

[ID: Batman and Ra's al Ghul in a standoff in a long, horizontal panel. Batman's cape is flowing dramatically alongside him and reaches reaches out for Ra's as if it has a mind of its own. Batman stoically stands far away from the other man. Their speech bubbles have been edited to be blank and they're against a bright yellow background. END ID]

#two bros monologuing in a panel five feet apart because theyre not gay ! #love when his cape reflects his emotions and is a creature of it's own #c: batman | i: 400 #crypt's panels #batman #ra's al ghul

[fantastic-nonsense]

I'm a serious Basic with a capital B but how do you feel about the two different interpretations of Bruce's origin story? One is he traveled and learned from MULTIPLE people all over the world to hone his skills and abilities on his way to becoming batman, another is that Ra's Al Ghul taught him everything. Now, idk anything lol, but as much as I love Ra's the idea of literally one fucking dude teaching Bruce everything seems a little silly. I come to you for clarification lol.

The most common interpretation of Bruce's training days (and the one with the canon to back it up) is that he traveled around the world learning from multiple people, of which Ra's is occasionally (but not always) included. And you're right: it does seem silly to pretend like one guy, even one as long-lived as Ra's, knows everything there is to know about combat, investigation, escapology, undercover work, science, and all of the other various skills and techniques Bruce picked up during his training years.

It's always been a bit odd to me that some people look at Bruce Wayne, notable for his "no kill" rule, and think "yes, this is a man who would purposefully seek out the leader of the League of Assassins, a terrorist group focused on assassination, as his first choice for teachers." Granted, he absolutely did seek training from and learn from assassins (Henri Ducard and David Cain among them, in later stories), but anyone who looks at Bruce and thinks his first choice would be Ra's fundamentally doesn't understand Bruce Wayne.

The "Ra's taught him everything he knows" thing comes from the Nolan trilogy, which chose to mesh Ducard and Ra's as well as compress/re-interpret certain parts of Bruce's story to make it "more realistic and grounded" (which...ask me how I feel about the Nolan trilogy some time, it's a whole post unto itself lmao). It doesn't make any kind of sense if you think about it for more than about 30 seconds, but it was a fairly effective way of explaining why Bruce had all these skills without having to show or explain a training montage.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne meta #batman meta #asks #ra's al ghul #note: henri's not REALLY an assassin but he did occasionally play killer-for-hire so I'm grouping him in with Cain b/c of it

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Itty Bitty Living Space

**same continuity as For Lack of a Burger!**

Danny could curse Clockwork. Really, truly, and horribly.

Well, not now, of course. Now Danny had to acclimate to a baby’s body. He had to stuff all his bits and bobs and corners and knobs into a squishy human form again.

A rich squishy human form, at least. He blinked his eyes up at the luxurious green drapes that covered his crib.

“-looking at, Mother?”

“You have a new baby brother, habibi.”

“A brother? Was grandfather not satisfied with me?”

Danny strained to look over at the voices, but he couldn’t move his head much.

“No, Damian, you are to be the heir to the Demon, and your brother is to be heir to the Bat.”

“I see.”

A woman leaned over Danny- very pretty, with long brown hair and piercing eyes. She was holding a boy in her arms, who looked down at Danny with a serious look.

“He is very small, Mother.”

“You were small too.”

Danny felt sleep creep up on his new mortal form, and he yawned, allowing himself to drift off.

~~~

By the time his mortal body was one, Danny had a lay of the land. Rich family? Check. Luxurious surroundings? Check. Absolute fruitloop of a grandfather? Check check.

Ra’s al Ghul was so… Wacko. Absolutely off his rocker. Also somehow undead, which would mean he was one of Danny’s in the long run.

Danny’s problems to solve, that is. Stupid Clockwork, he knew exactly what he was doing when he sent Danny here. He wanted this crazy bastard done away with, and Danny wanting a burger had been a perfect excuse to send him out on an errand.

Ugh.

He’d learned pretty fast that expressing himself was frowned upon. He personally hadn’t been beaten, but he had seen his flesh-brother take punishments on his behalf.

His four-year-old brother.

A child.

It made rage boil up in Danny’s bones, rage that often sent his fragile body into a feverish state.

His grandfather hated that he was “weak”. Both Talia and Damian defended him.

Danny started to stomp down the bubbling pop pop pop of lava-like rage no matter what. He didn’t care much for Talia- she was just as bad as Ra’s if she let the abuse continue- but Damian had never done anything to deserve their ire.

He had to be better. He had to work harder to assimilate into this form and be the best at everything put before him so that Damian would not be hurt on his behalf again.

~~~

By age six, Danny had figured out how to disconnect, in a way, from flesh-Danny. He could put his body on autopilot and work on poking and prodding himself into any nook or cranny that he could fit.

Somehow he knew that he would be cut off from his complete range of powers until soul and body merged. He couldn’t take Damian away from this place until he was back to full strength.

With a sigh, soul-Danny sat back and surveyed the work he’d gotten done. Half of his being was still spilling stubbornly out of the space left in flesh-Danny. He’d figured out the trick to it, though, so it would probably take him less time on the rest than it had on the first half.

“Daniel.”

Danny snapped back into place, looking slowly at his flesh-brother as he came into the training room.

“Akhi.”

“You are still training? It is late.”

Glancing at the window, Danny noticed that yes, it was dark outside.

“I see. Thank you, Akhi. An appropriate amount of rest will make sure my physical form is at optimal performance.”

Damian smirked proudly at him, placing a warm hand on his shoulder and leading Danny to his chambers.

Danny stayed connected when Damian was around. His flesh-brother deserved nothing less.

~~~

His fever lasted two weeks after Damian was sent to Gotham. Tapping into his powers prematurely to ensure that his brother made it out safe was too much for his physical form to handle yet.

It gave him an idea, though. The Lazarus pits were ectoplasm. Nasty, rotting ectoplasm, but ecto was ecto. A slow siphoning and filtering of the pits would assist in getting him completely snapped together.

His time line had moved up. Once Damian had left, there was no-one around to stand in the way of Ra’s and Danny as far as punishments. Talia would barely even look at him anymore- she had thought he had taken over his flesh-brother’s place in the League somewhere around year four.

Sometimes Danny felt like Clockwork was somewhere laughing at him.

Danny would be laughing at himself if he wasn’t the sucker in this situation.

And he still didn’t have a burger.

~~~

The night before his tenth year, Danny felt a snap as the final pieces of his enormous interdimensional soul fit into the body he’d been placed in. With a crow of delight, he let his other form wash over him.

Danny shot through the ceilings up up up to the clear sky above the base, laughing soundlessly as he got closer and closer to the stars above. He was free. He could go see Damian, and then he could go home!

His flight stuttered to a stop.

He didn’t really want to go back to the Infinite Realms, did he?

Crossing his legs under him, Danny thought very hard about what “home” meant to him.

Jazz’s face flashed across his mind, and then Sam’s and Tucker’s.

With a mounting sadness, he drifted back down to his bed in Nanda Parbat. There was no going home, not anymore. His family and friends as Danny Fenton had long since passed, even beyond his reach as Ghost King.

But Damian- Damian could be home. He could go to Damian, and maybe then he’d finally get what he really wanted.

~~~

“And sho-‘ Danny licked ketchup off his finger. “Dat’s how I came’ere.”

Damian was watching him devour burger number three with a horrified curiosity, as were his other (new!) siblings.

“You- you did not ask any questions of your mentor?”

Danny swallowed his bite of burger and then took a swig of BatCola.

“Nah, why would I?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Tim Drake’s voice was faint and a little shocked.

Taking another bite of his burger, Danny shrugged.

“I jus’ really wanned a burger.”

Damian blinked at him a few times before burying his face in his hands.

“I cannot believe Grandfather thought you the superior heir.”

#dp x batman #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc #danny phantom #damian wayne

[morgansunflower]

Only Yours

Bruce Wayne X al Ghul! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, guns and nudity.

Words:1247

Arthur's notes! Reader is Ra's al Ghul's daughter. Batfam age reverse.

Y/N comes to Gotham with her baby, hoping her beloved will forgive her for the lies she said.

Her body was weak and feet were swollen. Y/N continues on shielding Damian from the bitter, cold rain. She hears the thunder from above. She began to run. She sees the Wayne mansion a few miles away.. Her heart was racing to know she was to face Bruce. After breaking his heart.

"we're almost there habibi and then you can see your Baba" she cooed to him

As she nears closer. The security cameras alert her presence within the Bat-cave. Alfred alerts Batman but unfortunately he was currently dealing with Joker.

Bruce had only been Batman for 2 years. He trained with Ra's and to the assassin's hopes he fell in love with his daughter. Ra's was ensured he would have a air but when he realized that Bruce would not abide by his full teachings.. Y/N feared the worst when the dark knight changed her heart.

As Y/N approached closer to the Manor a old man approached with a shot gun aiming to her.. She put her arms in a cautioned manner.

"who are you?! You're trespassing on private property Ms!" Alfred threatened unaware of whom it really was.

"Alfred" he lowers his weapon recognizing her voice "please it's me, it's me" she takes off her mask

"oh dear" Alfred drops the gun overcome with shock "Y/N.."

"it's been a long time" she said with a kind smile to her father figure

He gained back his composure the best he could "forgive me I.." he was speechless "let's hurry inside now and out of the cold rain before you catch a nasty cough" Alfred insisted picking the weapon up..

Y/N came inside with Alfred. He put away the weapon. He comes to take her coat before taking his own. Just then he hears a small cry. He helped her take her cloak off to reveal the fussing little baby.

Alfred smiled to himself. A baby.. He then remembered when Bruce was in such turmoil. When his son finally came home to him, alone. Which worried Alfred nearly as much as he was afraid to lose him.

Y/N stepped of the room. She gently shushes her son gently rocking. So much of her body was aching from genuine exhaustion and her nerves with his reaction is truly bothering her.

They step to the elevator. Her heart was brittle being back here. He took her to Bruce's room but stopped her before she stepped in.

"you need to take care of yourself. I shall take the young chap. We'll be in the old nursery if you wish to check on him"

"thank you" she gratefully said

Alfred took the baby from his mother. She departed to the room now realizing she was in her dear Beloved's room. She undressed the soaking clothes off of herself bit by bit. Her clothes had long made her feel cold from the rain. She takes a warm shower trying to ease the terrible aches.

Y/N steps out drying herself thinking of Bruce intimately which made her miss him more. She opened a, drawer in his dresser.. She assumed they weren't there.. But they were. He left her clothes exactly how, she had left them.

Y/N dresses herself in her undergarments and then puts on a long f/c comfortable, and modest dress. She senses a presence she knows all too well.

"are you ok?" he asked genuinely concerned

His heart feels warmth from the coldness he had felt for nearly a year. Here stood her. He missed her so dearly. So many nights did she creep into his mind and his heart breaking to know he couldn't hold her. To know it had ended in such misery. He still loves her even though he believes she did not return that love to him.

"I am, before I answer your other questions.. I.." her throat shakes "please follow me"

Bruce followed her seeing she was quite tired as her steps were weak. She walked here which meant her father did not assist her.

He denied even the possibility but he couldn't deny the evidence of the purpose of the room they were entering. Could it be? Could his child have been born? Did she lie? Could all of his moments thinking of how things could have been... Now, be happening? He was scared to even have a glimmer of hope.

Alfred smiles seeing the parents. Y/N smiled kindly to Alfred taking her son. He smiled to Bruce patting his shoulder and then leaves his family. Knowing the couple needed a, moment.

Bruce was unable to keep his knees straight as he guides her onto the soft chair. He sits on his knees right beside them. His throat begins to shake, he began taking a deep breath in and then out.

"our baby? He's our--" he, stammered before his voice would be shaking.

"our baby" she gently said

He then felt his eyes threatening to shake as he remembers that, gut wrenching moment she told him that, she had miscarried and her saying things that broke his heart.

He remembers coming back to the Manor utterly broken and defeated. Not only did believe he lost his chance to ever get to hold him.. He lost her and she held no more love for him.

"but.. He's... You said.." he could not form the right words as he still could not believe what his eyes saw.

She covered her face riddled with guilt as tears fell down her face "I lied. I had to hurt you and tell you that you meant nothing to me. You mean everything to me. I love you I really and truly do.. I was going to leave that night with you but I realized Ra's would have killed you and then me for my betrayal. Once I had Damian I faked our deaths.. I ran here.. I know you must hate me for doing such a terrible thing to you, but please I beg of you to forgive me. You don't have to love me again, but I'm begging you to please understand why I hurt you... Every word I uttered in hate was a lie to you"

He takes one of her hands kissing the center of her palm. He was hurt of course but he could never not love her. To know it was a lie was the best thing he could ever hear her say to him.

He leans up to kiss her lips softly into deep tenderness. Trying to say through his loving action, that he still truly loves her. Bruce looks to his son and gently rubs Damian's head. He had his other hand holding her hand.

"you did all of this to protect me and our son. I understand fully and even though I'm.. Hurt.. My heart is still only yours to have" she began to cry hugging Bruce with one arm. "I want you to trust that I will do everything in my power to keep you and our son safe

She kissed his cheek looking to his shaken expression "oh Bruce I know.. Y-you want to hold him?"

He gently nods. As they stand together, she gives the baby to him. He truly lost control as tears fall down his face. His family is home. He kisses Damian's head. Damian looks to his father. Bruce smiled softly to his little boy. Bruce could hardly believe that he was holding him.

"welcome home son"

Requested taglist@too-strong-to-losee @asrainterstellar

#Bruce Wayne X Reader #baby! damian wayne #Age reverse #Forgiveness #Heartbroken #Crying #fluff #bruce wayne #damian wayne #batman #angst #batfam #batfamily #Alfred Pennyworth #Loving Bruce Wayne

[ti-girl1226]

New Beginnings - Ch 1 (re written)

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He puts his mask on, the red faceless mask stairs back at him in the mirror. He is now red hood not Jason, Jay, little wing, and definitely not robin that child died long ago. That child would have been sitting in his bed while his parents, or who he though were his parents, were fighting. That child would have gotten back from church earlier in the day and would have started praying for the shouting to stop. That child died after Batman didn’t save him, beaten and bloodied in the warehouse. Now he took that child’s place and became something that would scare the child he used to be. But he does it to protect and do what Batman couldn’t. So he straps in his gun into his holster and starts of his portal.

He moves thought the night shadows of crime ally as he moves, he takes down the usual suspects, robbers, thieves, criminals. People who don’t follow his rules. He checks the time it’s half past 12, and he hears his stomach growl. He sighs and sets his sight on the faded neon sigh of a diner, one that him and the child could agree was great. “Batburger” read the sign. He enters and hears an unfamiliar voice form the back, it is young in age and calls out “I’ll be right there.” He wondered who the new person was, he had been going here for a long time to the point that some know his regular. His thoughts are cut of when the person approaches there disheveled a bit seeming to have been cleaning up in the back. “Hello- oh.” The person is looking up at him eyes wide and for a moment he looks into there green eyes. They remind him of his past there eyes were vibrant. His time at ‘Eth Alth’eban was one he was both fond and not so fond about, yet there eyes remind him of his time there. He swears he sees a flash of neon green in there eyes. He stiffens for a moment, he is brought back to the rage of Ra’s al ghul the same green flash coming form the man’s eyes. He blinks and he is back in the restaurant and looking at the (y/c) haired person in front of him. There name tags reads “y/n” they seem to clock back in aswell. “Sorry I’m just a bit surprised, do you want your regular? They made sure to write it down so you don’t have to ask for it every time there’s a new person.” He just gives a nod and they go to the back to make his order. He shakes his thoughts trying to get rid of the person practical child behind the counter. He pays and leaves the restaurant and sits on a nearby rooftop eating his food before getting back to being a crime lord. He finds him self thinking of the child (yes he’s calling them a child they did t looka y older then he did when he was 14) at the wrong time though he gets a bullet grazing his shoulder. He shoots the man who shot him and with that he hear a voice that makes him cringe -he misses the voice he always will but won’t admit it-

“Little wing your hit!” God that nickname it -always- never made him happy it reminded him of the child. The blue acrobatic moved quickly to him “what happened you never get distracted like that” 

“Nothing dick.” He says grumbling, sometimes he thinks if you didn’t know the relationship between the two you’d think dick was meant as an insult but it wasn’t it’s just the name the blue man goes by. “I’m fine I can patch it up myself.” 

“No last time you did you got an Infection and you couldn’t even move your arm” The concern is clear and he knows there is no fighting it. So he begrudgingly moves back to the cave where one of his most favorite person is waiting for him, his arms crossed, an old wrinkled face is stoic, but if you knew the man you could tell he was upset, not enough to get a scolding but he is close.

“Master Jason, please sit” the gray haired man says motioning to the medical table next to him. He sits down and tries not to flinch as he starts getting patched up. 

“Little wing please tell me what’s wrong? You don't just zone out like that.” Dick persisted as Jason sits there. A chair moves out and observes them as dick continues to try to pry the issues out of him. The tired teen sips his coffee and starts to pul, up a program, the screen lights up with heart beats, and other medical information. The teen clicks on the tab labeled “Jason.” And then “irregularities” he scans the screen and finds something that peaks his interest. He then moves to another tab opening “footage” and “Jason” yet again. He moves to the time stamp that the irregularity occurs. He stops the camera and locks onto the face of the same y/c person from before. The teen moves back his chair and his tired voice speaks up through the chaos of the argument that was occurring. 

“Is it this?” Both men turn there head and Jason freezes once again, this time his eyes flash green, the pit. It causes the sleepy teen to stiffen and waken up. He mumbles and moves to scan the person and runs them through a database of faces. Then in bold letters flash across the screen 

“Not recognized.” The room freezes. Jason speaks his voice coming behind the teen now.

“What the fuck Tim?” Tim doesn’t respond frozen before Jason says it again more stern “what the fuck is this Tim?”

Tim respondents a bit flabbergasted “they don’t exist. And there’s no record of them being born or anything, not until 3 months ago.” 

“So what dose that mean exactly.” Says dick.

“It means they’ve either never been seen ever for the past how many years, which is impossible, there’s no way my system has access to everything every single database. Or they… appeared out of thin air, which-“ he is cut of by dick.

“Time travel or reality shifting.”

“Yes dick is right… we-we need to tell Bruce.” The three men all nod agreeing, tonight was there time to investigate. And as they start to in an apartment across the town of Gotham a person unlocks the door, you Walk into your apartment. The clock reads 2 am. And with a sigh you close the door and lock it. You put down your bag and kick of your shoes and grab a snack bar and unwrap it. Taking a bite and venturing further into your dark apartment and into your bed. You lay down and sigh before finishing your bar. As you drift onto sleep and the last thought that hits your mind as the anxiety eats away, is

“Fuck he probably was only weird because I was someone new. I really shouldn’t be concerned over something that is so stupid.” Oh how wrong you were.

- Notes -

please let me know if y’all like what I did with the talking, idk if I fully like it or if it’s to distract.

tag list

@rosecentury

#jason todd #dc batman #dc comics #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #fluff #batfamily x reader #batfamily #red hood #damian wayne #red robin #robin

[thatthirdtriplet]

Relationships:

Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Tim Drake & Ra's al Ghul Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Tim Drake & Jason Todd Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent Tim Drake & Everyone

Characters:

Tim Drake Dick GraysonRa's al Ghul Damian Wayne Bruce Wayne prudence Wood Jason Todd Barbara Gordon Stephanie Brown Alfred Penny worth Cassandra Cain Kon-El | Conner Kent Bart Allen Cassie Sandsmark

Additional Tags:

Lazarus Pit Depressed Tim Drake Tim Drake-centric Tim Drake Needs a Hug but it might be a while emotional Manipulation implied/Referenced Character Death angst hurt Tim Drake Tim is too sacrificial for his own good Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Hurt/Eventual Comfort Other Additional Tags to Be Added canon-Typical Violence made up cult traditions b/c the league is weird mild Language

Summary:

In the wake of Bruce's death and Damian's rise as Robin, Tim Drake is left alone and spiraling. With a new name and nothing left to lose, Tim is forced to turn to the only person who seems to be offering help- Ra's al Ghul, the Demon himself. Sure, Tim might have to make a few sacrifices, but isn't saving Batman worth it? But even a genius like Tim couldn't have predicted how far he would be willing to go when things start going wrong. Is there any way for the Bat Family to save their lost bird, or has has he fallen to far for them to reach?

Red Robin Comics AU if Tim had been put in the Lazarus Pit after the Widower's attack.

#tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbra gordon #kon el kent #conner kent #alfred pennyworth #bart allen #cassie sandsmark #prudence wood #ras al ghul #We Make Our Own Demons

[charlietheepicwriter7]

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Get in the Water AU: Original Post Ruthlessness

Ghosts were physiologically different from humans.

It was something Tucker and Sam didn't understand. They saw Phantom as "Danny with superpowers," not as a fundamentally different being.

Sometimes, Danny didn't understand either.

But his parents did. Utter disregard for the scientific method aside, the Fentons were the ones who learned how inhuman ghosts were: "Just emotions and electricity imprinted on ectoplasm, Danno, nothing to be scared of!" Snapshots of people at the moments of their deaths. The past and the present, incapable of contemplating the future.

And with his duality, Danny struggled to understand either of his halves.

As a human, Danny could move past his nightmare of a childhood, compartmentalize and think to the future, when he was fully healed and his past couldn't hurt him anymore. So when Dora, first elected Queen of the Infinite Realms - long may she reign - asked him to collect all the resurrected humans for a health check and assessment... when he'd noticed Damian Al Ghul-Wanye on the list... He'd thought up a little prank to pull on his long-lost brother. A cruel one, perhaps, but nothing harmful.

As a ghost, Danny couldn't move on. He could never forget that Sam led him to his death, that his parents negligence allowed for the stage to be set, that the lab they loved so much held both his home and his grave. Just as Danny would always be that fourteen year old, caught in that moments, he was still the 7-year-old Danyal Al Ghul who trusted his brother not to hurt him... and ended up poisoned.

Phantom wanted his murderer to suffer.

And Danny, much to his shame, had allowed it.

For a few weeks, Danny managed to ignore it. He'd gone after Damian first, so there were tons of resurrected on his list. He started with the more extreme cases first, like Constantine, but soon enough the next on his list was Ra's Al Ghul.

He'd asked Queen Dora to send someone else, anyone else. That he wouldn't be able to control himself if he saw his grandfather again. Instead of relieving him, she'd given him a knowing look and told him to follow his core's desire.

She never mentions it, but Queen Dora had been a murder victim too.

There was no showmanship, no dramatic reveal. Just Danyal, his grandfather, and the Pit.

Despite all Ra's Al Ghul's power, he was no match for a spirit hellbent on drowning him.

That's what Danny did to his grandfather. He'd thrown up afterwards, once he was human before. But the ghost in him relished the act; he could still feel Grandfather's throat under his hands, pulse fluttering against his palm as Danyal held him down. He struggled and shook as the Lazarus waters filled his lungs, burning away healthy tissue. Fingernails morphed into claws that sliced through the tender skin, blood leaking into the water, and water leaking into the blood.

It took a long time for Grandfather to die. Deep within Danny, next to his core, he knew it was what was deserved. That the murdered finally had justice. He was content with never speaking of it again, a secret between him and the waters.

And now it was going to happen again as Phantom's impulsive mind overtook Fenton's tactical one.

He'd known Damian was looking into him. Knew another confrontation was inevitable, what with two more of his siblings needing their health checks. But as Danny was stalking their mother, searching for the best way to abduct her (she was still his mother after all, he didn't want her dead... yet), Damian and his family confronted her.

Relief washed over him as only a normal amount of rage bubbled up at the sight of Damian, instead of the overwhelming, all-consuming fury he'd felt. Danny laughed at their arguments, at Constantine thinking he could put a living ghost to rest, at his siblings-unmet and his father-unknown, until...

Damian confessed.

His murderer confessed, yet as he continued to speak, to explain, the fury rose in him again. Because it wasn't a betrayal. He'd always thought Damian betrayed him, but no.

Through his own ruthlessness, Damian gave him the only mercy he could manage. And there was only one thing Danyal wanted now.

""̸̲̈́T̶͘͜ä̵̢li̸a̶̬̓ ̴̬̐A̵̛̪l̸̲̚ G̸̛̫h̶̺̏u̸̢̚l!̴̳̈́ D̷̩̕o̸͛ͅ ̶̝̍y̴͙͘o̵̙͐u̵̬̓ ̴̤͂k̸̡̑n̵͓̈́o̷͈͝w̷͖͂ ̷͓͑w̴̧̄h̵̲͌o̴̮̔ ̵̼́Ị̷̂ ̷̣̽a̵̳̓m̷̩̓?̷̝͒"̷̧͠"

It was her fault. She was the reason why he was dead, nothing more than a coward who couldn't go against her father for the sake of her children. She abused them, she struck his brother, it was her fault-

"Danyal," she answered. And Danyal grinned, fanged and sharp.

He approached, the waters of his birthplace lovingly brushing against his legs, consoling him the only way they knew how. They whispered revenge into his ears, madness into his heart, just as they had when he'd confronted Damian, when he murdered Grandfather. "You have much to answer for, daughter of the Demon Head," he said, voice echoing around the room.

Unrestrained greed filled her gaze. "You've returned to me, my son."

Danyal laughed, brutal and rough. "I've returned for you, Mother," he corrected. "Don't think this reunion will end well for you."

"You mean to hurt me, Danyal?" she crooned, all false hurt and fake love.

"I mean to kill you."

Genuine anger flashed across her face. "My son would never-"

"Y̵̺̆o̴̩͂u̸͉̕r̷̰͝ ̴͔͝s̵̡̉o̶̡̎ň̵̞ ̶̗̈i̴̘̍s ̸̦̐d̴̯̚ê̶͚á̶̩d̷̻̈́," he snarled, and Damian flinched. He was too close to Talia. "You wanted me dead... for being weak. For having mercy." He stared up at his mother's shocked form. "I killed Grandfather. Tell me, is that ruthless enough for you, Umi?" Talia flinched with just her eyes. He hadn't been allowed to call her Umi since he was three.

Their father stepped forward, the naked distress on his face contrasting with his battle armor. "Danyal," he plead. "You don't have to do this-"

"Stay out of this, Baba." The man's breathing hitched. "This doesn't involve you."

Constantine tried to talk him down next. "It does, kid. A Siren on your level can't stay around for long. It's time for you to rest."

Danyal threw back his head and laughed. "As if you could stop me, exorcist." No more delays. It's time for action. "I will drown you all before you can."

Danyal lunged. And despite his mother's decades as an assassin, she couldn't kill what was already dead.

He held her down by the throat, the attacks from Damian's family bouncing off him. "This is mercy," he cooed as she desperately clawed at his hands. "For me. For Damian. For everyone you will try to hurt in the future. Ruthlessness is the only mercy I can give you now." Her face turned red as she gaped for air and Danyal-

Was thrown back into the water.

Reorienting himself, he found John Constantine standing over his mother, protecting her from him. "̷̪͂E̷̺͐x̷̝̑ŏ̶̺ȑ̴͉c̷̟͘i̸͔̋s̶̮̀t̶̯͝."

And the Pit's water began to rise.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #c: danny fenton #c: danyal al ghul #c: ra's al ghul #c: talia al ghul #c: damian wayne #c: john constantine #Danny is just using the lazarus pits as portals to the Ghost Zone without realizing they're poisoning him with Pit Madness #the pits are sentient and love him #the pits also love jason that's why he has permanent pit madness #with the amount of murder victims dumped in there it really cares about fellow victims the most #anyway with the circe saga out i thought of a sequel to Storm so that'll be fun #get in the water au

[anothertimdrakestan]

Body - Tim Drake x Reader

the one where you realized tim really was the world's greatest detective. or, tim finally tells you how he feels. (play under the influence c brown for full experience)

also note, this is not little teenage tim drake, this is the detective even ras al ghul respects, and the man who knows what he wants. not my usual fanon tim but who cares <3

"Yeah, you fucked this one up." you rolled your eyes as Tim typed away on the his computer.

"First of all, no I didn't, second of all, shut up not like you could've done better." he chided in response. After the two of you had discovered a massive laundering scheme it was your opinion that busting the operation in person, weapons out, was the best plan. Tim had instead, let henchmen get away under the guise of "detective work" his plan to out the scheme to the public and let gotham pd handle the rest.

Only problem was, he was yet to "detective the shit out of them" as he'd promised. Not that you didn't believe in Tim, you two had been working together for a few months as you'd come under the protection of the batfamily. But you'd yet to seek something truly detective-like out of him beyond the few cases you two had worked on.

"I can still head over there, it's an easy fight timbers" you groaned, leaning forward in your chair to rest your head on his shoulder, glancing at the computer as if you could understand it. Tim didn't react, the two of you had been growing close for weeks, living in the same house meant as much.

"Y/n, you know as well as I do that's a waste of time, energy, and risk. I've got this handled please. Just go train or something if you can't bore yourself here." The challenge to leave was an empty one, but you didn't like how easily he brushed you off. You grumbled in response, "some detective" knowing that always got him riled up.

"I really, really don't want to do this right now," he muttered. "Do what, detective" venom dripped from your lips, Tim slightly pushed your head off his shoulder, sitting up in his chair, turning his head to shoot daggers back at you.

"Believe it or not, it's done. I'll take your apologies now." he smirked, pointing to the screen. You rolled your eyes glancing at the post and GPD tracker showing police en-route to the base you'd wanted to bust yourself.

"Still not impressive, where's the real detective work?" you challenged, leaning back in your chair with a dangerous grin, loving the fiery energy the two of you had created.

Tim shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he met your eyes. "Does detective work on you count?" cocking his head, feigning sultry innocence as your facade faltered.

"What does that mean?" you withdrew from the heat, watching in subdued panic as Tim pulled up a file with your name on it. "You think I haven't done anything these last few weeks? You're right. I've done nothing but watch you." his voice was low, almost a whisper. You felt your heart beat in your ears.

"Now, please don't think this is surface level detective work. But, if you want the file on your middle name, parents, social security number, or past addresses that's right here [he opened a file brimming with top secret information] I pulled that together for Bruce months ago. You want something worth noticing?" he paused, a dangerous grin forming as you leaned into his every word.

"A real detective notes body language, he traces delicate patterns his subject doesn't even observe" he purred, clicking on a file that opened hundred of videos and pictures of you and him. "Do you even notice your own affinity for me?" he looked deep into your eyes, his own beaming with excitement as you sat further back in your chair.

Quickly, his hand snapped to your knees, holding them in place you glanced down to his hand all the way back to up his eyes, which bore into yours.

"Did you know humans tend to direct themselves towards those they care about?" he chided. "And here you are, knees pointed at me when you could've sat in any other position, and this isn't an anomaly; detectives, [he slowed down on the word just for you] detectives check for that." withdrawing this hand from your thighs he pulled videos where you obviously turn your entire attention to him, videos where you inch closer to him no matter his position, and videos where your eyes swept his entire body. He had caught dangerous moments you hadn't even consciously thought about.

You felt your face heat up, unable to speak you sat carefully waiting for his next remark. With a confident grin he leaned forward, pushing a fallen piece of hair behind your ear. His face so close you could feel his warm breath on your face as he said, "look at you, hanging on my every word, what happened to my bold, reckless y/n?" he cocked his head to the side as you drew in a breath.

He spoke before you even found the words, "no matter, I wasn't quite done yet. Lets look at some battles, see how your feelings for me manifest in your natural habitat." he pulled up videos where it was clear your attention was focused on him. You'd take hits if it meant glancing his way, rarely did you let him get ahead of you, even if it meant brutally forcing enemies out of the way. "Look at all that fire, burning up for me?" he couldn't help but grin as you felt your heart rate increase.

"I- why did you even do this?" you choked out, thinking of the hours he had to have invested in just watching you. Now it was his turn to falter in confidence, a more gentle smile gracing his lips. "Honestly, I was bored. And wanted to know if you felt the same way." he mumbled, letting his inner nerd shine through. You felt able to breathe again, still in shock from the detail of the information he'd gathered.

"You could've just told me you liked me." you gave Tim a light shove, your own confidence regrowing. "Fair, but this was far more impressive, and entertaining," Tim grinned.

"I cant deny that bird brain" you mumbled before continuing, "so what happens now?" you glanced from the computer back to Tim and his eyes lit up.

"Well, your body language speaks for you," he said matter-of-factly.

"You're blushing," his hand swept over your cheek, you leaned into his touch before he pulled it away.

"Your whole body is facing me," his eyes slowly danced down every curve of your figure, pulling all the way back up to your face, stopping at your lips, finally meeting your eyes.

"Gorgeous, breathtaking eyes meeting mine," he whispered, letting you squirm in the silence he had created.

"And what does that say?" you leaned in, hoping he could grasp the hint.

"It says I should kiss you." he whispered bluntly, before closing the distance between the two of you, locking your lips in his. Smiling into the kiss you pulled away just for an instant, catching your breath before pulling him in for more.

"very good, detective"

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #tim drake x y/n #red robin x reader #red robin x y/n #red robin x you #tim drake x reader imagine #tim drake hot #tim drake imagine #batboys x reader #batfam x reader #batboys #batfam #timothy jackson drake #red robin #drake #dc hot #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #yandere tim drake

[fancyfade]

Hi, I’m the blended family anon, that post about Damian having complicated feelings about his family speaks to me.

Also the whole “the Al Ghuls were ultra abusive towards him and it was his father that heals him!” approach in recent comics annoys because the Batfamily saves Damian…while dc seem hellbent in making Damian a more evil villain than the joker when he’s grow up.

Also yeah I saw that panel of Damian saying Ra’s put him in desert for a week towards Diana’s daughter.

Tangent how many non big events time have Diana and Damian have interact with each other? Like there potential, but for a life of me I can’t recall any Damian’s lore where he had a meaningful interaction with WW.

And it’s more funny because who wrote that desert punishment was Tom King…and we all remember how he handle the Batfamily in his Batman run.

yeah DC's treatment of Damian and all the Al Ghuls in general is really frustrating ;_; i think they have to play up how "evil" they are to make Bruce look comparatively better for his general negligence during Rebirth era.

I am soooo not into the Trinity with Super Sons babysitting her concept, both b/c I don't like the panel you mention, and because I feel like why can't she interact with Wonder Woman and Wonderfam characters? Like DC writers are so terrified to let WW stuff be about WW characters.

#anon #ask #dc comics #wonder woman 2023 #damian wayne

[dairy-farmer]

Look, Talia already knew Tim was smart right? So why didn’t she manipulate things so Tim and Jason would have been Damian’s left and right hands!? The advisor and the muscle?

to me talia is more of a side character in bruce's comics and i really only care about tim and the characters relevant to him- but from what i've read with talia and her appearances and tim's perspective of her- it straight up wouldn't work. like talking realistically and non-fanon wise to figure it out:

talia (in current comics) is a severely traumatized person who exerts control with violence, manipulation, and corruption but at her deepest core (though it is not consistently shown) she is a VERY compassionate individual who does, in fact, hold humanitarian-like values (and in earlier comics she was an incredible gentle soul who was studying to be a doctor and stuff). but, like bruce, she's got a lot of baggage and the way she goes about achieving things in comics varies. talia is a very....difficult character to pin down because of the vastly different ways she's been characterized. generally with different writers and being an older character she's bound to change but other characters like dick appear to be somewhat consistent in characterization but with talia that's different (for a number of reasons but dc is also no stranger to racism).

in terms of how jason and tim and "recruitment" would go-

her characterization is just so all over the place so when it comes to the things she does like putting jason in the pit you can't say for sure that it was an honest act of love. in many ways it was leverage. with jason her motivations differ, as does the kindness she shows jason. but at the end of the day she wasn't going to dump a healed jason on bruce's doorstep as an act of goodwill. and jason, in his right mind, no matter what talia had done for him- does not take well to being used as a 'tool' or a soldier which is what talia would be asking of him if he were damian's "left hand" or "muscle"

so with jason it wouldn't work because jason has a resistance to being ordered or serving as an attack dog for anyone. jason seeks equals. the outsiders, his team, even though he calls it "his" team they are very clearly a group of like-minded, like-abled people who are on equal footing and he's not strictly the 'leader/boss' in the traditional sense. jason clearly has a soured impression to being a "side kick" so the 'serving' just wouldn't mesh.

as for tim, talia is nowhere NEAR clever enough to get tim to a) turn to the league of assassins b) willingly swear loyalty to her/damian c) act as the right hand to her son. because tim would never actually fall for any of her tricks and if he did he wouldn't GO with her because...he doesn't like her all that much. she's ra's al ghuls daughter, she's killed people, she's brought trouble and threats to gotham. tim's more likely to side with shiva if he goes "bad" than with talia because he doesn't really care about talia.

like...he respects her skills and the threat she poses and she does as well for all of bruce's kids since she doesn't try to meddle with them much but...it's just not realistic.

fics where tim runs off to join ra's and the LOA or is somehow fooled into going to the darkside are fun to read about because fanfic is a world of possibilities but actually considering tim's character...it's just not realistic given what we knew about him BEFORE he ever became robin. tim does not believe in killing- he didn't believe in it before operating under bruce's code- and he would never be okay with how talia conducts her business no matter what the objective is.

fundamentally, their values are at odds with each other and tim's loyalty belongs to bruce and HIS mission.

even if talia wanted to recruit him and jason to serve under damian (and the emphasis here is 'under' because they would never be equals) she'd be fighting a long and difficult battle and wasting a lot of resources to do that and it would honestly just not be worth the amount of effort she'd need to put in.

plus i don't think talia really thinks of tim as some supreme-level genius that she desperately needs on her side. at most she thinks of him as a bit clever because not even ra's fully acknowledges tim's abilities until he's one on one with him. talia would have no reason to seek tim out.

ultimatly i think her reasons for not doing it are:

-it wouldn't occur to her

-it would be too much trouble

-she would have no reason to seek jason and tim out in particular.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[martyrbat]

waynocchio - batman tales: once upon a crime

[ID: a retelling of the story Pinocchio but with Damian Al Ghul instead. Bruce built him out of wood and Damian narrates, “And like all fathers, he thought it would be funny to toss me in the pool. But this was a special pool with life-giving powers.” Bruce and Talia are shown from behind as Bruce is holding a wooden puppet by its hands and dipping it in the Lazarus Pit. Ra's al Ghul is slightly in the foreground and is watching them. Damian narrating continues in the second panel, “Grandpa's Lazarus Pit didn't work on me. I remained a puppet... and totally missed out on some zombie-fighting action!” Puppet Damian is floating on his back in the pit while Bruce and Talia are fighting the resurrected dead that emerges from it in the background. END ID]

#obsessed with how cute this book im sorry #im just that desperate for good brutalia content so im clinging to it #brutalia #bruce wayne #crypt's panels #talia al ghul #ra al ghul #damian al ghul #c: batman tales: once upon a crime | waynocchio #good dad bruce wayne #i guess??