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thief-of-eggs · 5 months

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As a fandom, I think we often forget that Damain is an artist.

Also, I think we forget what that can mean for him as a character. We forget all the little characterization details and all the little traits he might have because of it.

I think that he’d be a very messy artist. I think that his space would be chaotic and disheveled, so in contrast with everything else about him. I think he would take inspiration from the mess, and would allow art to be the one place that he lets himself embrace the chaos. His room would be immaculate, his swords expertly displayed, but his art space? Chaos.

I think he’d paint a lot of serene nature shots, as well as a lot of faces. I think he’d explore human emotion through drawing. I think he’d intently study anatomy, and would use the skill to better his fighting, as well as his art. I think he’d be deeply intrigued about how to best capture the human form, and would love drawing poses and people in motion.

I think that he would see art everywhere he goes. I think that while the forefront of his mind would be on fighting during patrol, that he’d notice little things about the thugs he faces- things like how their arms flex when they draw back to strike, how the moonlight catches on their armor, on their weapons. He’d save the mental notes for further reflection, and would draw a lot of the villains later at home.

I think he would be very protective of his art. It’s the one skill that he hones not to achieve approval or greatness, but because he enjoys it. I think that because it means something so dear to him, he’d be selective on who can see it, on who can even know he does it. I think that his love language would be gifting people the chance to see into his mind through his art, and that he’d take great joy in painting portraits of those he loves.

I think we as a fandom forget that Damian is a creator at heart. He looks at the world as sees things worth saving forever, things worth capturing in a new light to enhance their beauty. He has his muses and he exalts them, tenderly holds them close to his heart.

Everyone likes to see his love of animals as his most redeeming quality, but I think it’s his desire to create. His willingness to see beauty in existence, and his drive to preserve it through art.

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coffee-latte-sprite · 2 years

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Damian Al Ghul and the Annoying Reporter

Series Masterlist

Epilogue

Aged up!Damian Al Ghul x fem!reader

WC: 2,000

Warnings: blood mention (nothing graphic, it was used as an example), language

Synopsis:

A year after the famous interview with Damian Al Ghul, life isn't as good as she thought it would be.

“Hello and welcome back viewers to Metro News. I am your host Camilia Carmen and here today with me is the CEO of People’s Press, Y/N L/N.” Camilia said as her bright smile stared back at the TV camera.

“Hello everyone.” Y/N said as she sat by the TV primetime news anchor.

“Thank you so much for taking time out of your incredibly busy schedule to speak with us today Y/N.” Camilia said as she turned towards her guest.

Y/N smiled and waved her off, “Of course! I have been watching this show for years, big fan.”

“Oh thank you! And we are very big fans of your new book and news outlet. Your book,” Camilia brought out Y/N’s book and showed it to the camera, “is now the #1 bestseller not only in the United States, but now in France, Germany, Italy, South Korea, and coming up into the ranks of other countries. How does this success feel for you?”

Y/N blushed, “You know, this fame doesn’t quite feel like I am famous. Many people come up to me and ask me for an autograph and a picture and go on their way with some words of praise. The fame of my book though, did help my company to take off which I am truly grateful for.”

Camilia jumped onto the transition segment.

Y/N has done so many interviews, she knows exactly how to transition seamlessly.

“Yes, your company is also dominating as a news article distributor, the People’s Press. This company is also doing significantly well, even better than your competitor the Daily Planet. Its CEO has not given a statement to its recent surface of favoritism.” Camilia said with a twang of venom.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. She proved all of them wrong. She proved her boss wrong, her parents, her best friend, and even her dog wrong.

“My company truly is my pride and joy. I am glad I am able to create articles about our local and international news. I want to bring new and young and old voices alike to retell stories or their take on recent events. It has created a healthy work environment for all workers and everyone is benefiting from this, my writers and readers.” Y/N said with passion. Her joy was contagious as everyone in the room felt her extreme happiness for the new direction of news and diversity in voices.

“Very well put Y/N. Also, speaking of new voices, in your groundbreaking novel, you brought a new voice to light and helped all of us have compassion for our enemies. Would you like to give a little explanation to your book, or inspiration?” Camilia asked as she sat back in her chair.

“Oh of course! My novel, How to Shatter an Heir, is about my experience towards the heir of the League of Assassins. I wanted to expand on his personal stories and trama. He has experienced so much since the literal day he was born. He lost a childhood and a father. I wanted to show the world their is more to a villian than just a sword and blood.” Y/N said as her heart sped up faster. She couldn’t hear her own voice anymore, it was just the thrumming of her heart.

“And you definitely accomplished that, but are you sure there was nothing else to this novel?” Camilia asked with a sly smile.

Y/N deflated and anger rose up in the back of her throat. “Yes, in this novel I wanted to show how a person is more than their parents and who they have a relationship with.” Y/N said pointedly.

Camilia picked up on the hint and dropped the subject, “Well, thank you so much for your time today Y/N and again, congratulations on your success, you deserve it all.” Camilia smiled and turned back to the camera, “thank you for your time today viewers, and remember, Superman, is for all.”

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Y/N walked down the rainy sidewalk as people ran past her with their hoods up and racing against the raindrops. Y/N didn’t mind, she was to lost in thoughts to care about her hair or jacket.

Besides, the rain reminds her of when Damian left.

She doesn’t remember what happened to her after she was kidnapped, she just remembers pain, being shot, then Damian’s embrace. After that, all was fuzzy.

She remembers waking up in a hospital and being all alone. She never saw Damian again, but all of the nurses kept saying how their was a man who was frantic in making sure she was okay.

It was definitely Damian by the description, but she didn’t understand why he would leave her with nothing more than $1,000 to get home.

Y/N was broken from her thoughts when her phone rang, she picked it up immediately. “Hello?”

“Your dog hates me and you need to come home.” Jon said from the line as she heard Bella barking.

After Y/N created her company, the Kent's son, Jon, knocked on her door and asked if he could work with her. And as one for cold revenge, Y/N hired him on the spot.

He was her personal assistant as he helped her with everything. She was honestly thinking of giving him the company if she were to retire anytime soon.

“Bella does not hate you, she just misses me.” Y/N said as she laughed to herself.

“Yeah, well come home.” He said bitterly.

“You can go home Jon, I’ll be there in half an hour.” Y/N said as she stood under a near by awning.

“Thank God! Okay, bye!” And the line went dead.

Y/N laughed to herself and looked up at the rumbling sky. This is what fame and fortune felt like.

Y/N then frowned.

If this is what it felt like, then why was it so lonely?

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Y/N kicked off her heels and threw her wet coat across the back of her couch. From her wealth, she was able to move from her little apartment to a penthouse suite, and from this she adopted more little furry friends, which Bella wasn’t 100% sold on as she liked the attention only on her.

“Bells, I’m home!” Y/N yelled as she stretched out her back and legs.

Only silence welcomed her back.

“Bella?” She asked again as this was out of the ordinary.

She then started to run around the suite looking for her dog.

Then, as she got to her room, she saw a dark figure over Bella on her back. She screamed in terror as she picked up her lamp and chucked it at the figure.

They cursed and jumped out of the way.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” A man yelled.

“Bella!” She screamed as she ran to her dog, who was very much alive and happy. She jumped up and was wagging her tail with her tongue hanging out. “Wait, you’re okay?”

“Of course she is!” The man said again.

She then turned to look at the intruder to stop in her tracks.

Before her stood a Damian Al Ghul in a tailored suite and slicked back hair.

“Damian?”

“The one and only. And I see your aim with your lamps has gotten better.” He said with a slight chuckle.

She didn’t share the same happiness.

All joy of seeing him left in an instant, “Get out, you have no right being here and breaking an entry.”

Damian stilled as the smile dropped from his face.

“Don’t you dare give me that look. You left me, remember? You left me in a country I didn’t know and I was scared. When I literally needed you the most of all of the time we were together, you were nowhere. All I got was that some man was worried about me, nothing else. So get out!” Y/N said as the sting of tears was strong, but she would not allow herself to cry, not in front of this coward.

“I knew you would be mad,” He began.

“And you still did it anyway?” She said coldly.

He winced, “Yes, because Slade’s men were still after me.” He said reluctantly.

Y/N stopped for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“Slade was gone, but his ideology was still strong. All of his men were still after me, they thought you had died. I saw them in the lobby of the hospital, and I ran. Of course, they followed, I then . . . got rid of them. I wasn’t sure how many more of Slade’s men were still alive, so I left. I knew you were safer with me gone. I wish I stayed, you have no idea how that ate away at me.” Damian confessed as his shoulders slumped.

The rain outside hit the glass harder as the room was drenched in darkness, but neither of them cared.

“I then left for my father's in America. My mother, I knew, wouldn’t help me, so I left for my father’s. I didn’t know if he would help me, but apparently, he is known for his charity.” He said with an eye roll. “Father took me in with no questions asked and has housed me for over a year. He has been training me to become his successor since his first, second, and third son did not want the company.”

“What is the name of the company?”

“Wayne Industries.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. Wayne Industries was the first company to invest in hers. She couldn’t believe it.

“So, why are you back? Asking for a refund since I did get rich off of you.” She asked as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Damian coughed, “Actually no, you got rich on your own merit. Without your crazy, suicidal, idea of interviewing a murderer, you would not be crazy rich.”

Y/N blushed, “Thanks, but why are you really here?”

“Well, Titus misses you, and I thought you would like. . . to see him again.” Damain said awkwardly.

“Oh, if it for Titus, then of course!” She said enthusiastically.

“Although, there is someone else, someone very naive, stupid, and suicidal who also wanted to see you again.”

Y/N paused, “who is that?”

He paused, “Me.”

“You?”

“Me.”

“Why?”

“This is so hard. Well, apparently, you have lasting consequences! You have weakened me and made me insomniatic with the thoughts of you!” He said exasperated.

Y/N gaped, “W-w-what?”

“You have,” he stepped closer, “bewitched me. Body,” he took another step, “mind,” step, “and soul.” His fingers pushed her hair behind her ear, “I’m in love with you.”

Y/N's heart thundered in her chest as she was in sheer disbelief.

“And I wondered, are you in love with me too? Or am I a fool?” He asked if his heart echoed hers.

Y/N smiled, “You are a fool.” His heart dropped, “but you are my fool.” And she leaned forward closer towards him, waiting for him to catch her, he did.

“Well, how fortunate am I then.” He responded and leaned down to her lips.

His lips ghosted hers as his heart squeezed, he wasn’t enough for her. No one was good enough for her. She deserved the world, she deserved all the stars in the sky.

Y/N spoke, her voice barely heard, “you’re my universe.”

And Damian’s lips crashed into hers. Their lips locked together in perfect harmony as each of their souls shined bright. No storm, assassin, or mother could get between him and his annoyingly perfect reporter.

A/N: wow, this is it. This feels so unreal that this series is over. I have been doing this series for a year and this is the end. This is my favorite series I have ever written and thankful for the journey. I hope everyone loved it as much as me! <3

Taglist: @royalmuffinsworld / @rory-cakes / /@jasontoddsloverrr / @rivas0309 / @giselatropicana / @atlaincorrect / @acupnoodle / @geeksareunique / @1-800-cherri / @mymomsdisappointment / @dreamsdemxn / @hollyharper / @andysnewgroove / @cherriebat /@twilight-loveer

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qcomicsy · 1 year

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Phrases I bet were said on the Wayne Manor without context.

Duke *looking at Dick while he puts his coffee on the breakfast table*: So you're telling me that superman was your stepdad?

Dick: He was NOT my stepdad.

Duke: HE TOOK YOU AND BRUCE TO BOWILING!

Dick: He was being nice!

Duke: MY BROTHER IN GOTHAM THAT'S A DATE-

Alfred: Master Tim ..... Wheres your spleen?

Jason (To duke): Oh yeah shit you haven't died-and-brought-back yet- So...

Tim: Now if you beat me- It's a hate crime.

Duke (to Jason): See? this is why you died without ever having felt the touch of a woman.

Damian (to Tim): I couldn't care less if your friends are coming over for diner, Alfred the cat it's not leaving this table.

Steph (To Bruce): You just mad because I me and Tim used to make out on the Batcave

Bruce (to Tim): You what?

Damian: ... No I don't care if it's homophobic Iwill break his hand if he touches my Utena collection again.

Jason (to dick): whY IS THIS MF ALWAYS HERE?! DON'T YOU HAVE A JOB-

Tim (to Damian): Have you ever had this days where you feel like nothing

Damian (to Tim): "hAveE yOu eVeR hAd ThEsE. dAyS-" Go find someone who gives a shit.

Bruce (To 29 year old Dick): I will not ask again get out of this chandelier right now-

Bruce (To 10 year old Dick): No I cannot refund you that's not gow it works-

15 Year old Dick (To Bruce): HE'S NOT MY BROTHER ... (To Wally on his phone) Yeah I can't go today I have to watch my stupid brother.

Jason Todd (To a very very scared Bernard): Have you ever killed someone?

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hana-no-seiiki · 21 days

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Menace! Reader who keeps using the batfam’s real names during patrols/fights.

Menace! Reader who doesn’t take patrol/fights or most heists seriously at all. They have numerous plans already prepared for the case that they lose or get bodied which is all the time. But they always escape even if the boys don’t purposely let them off

Bruce will say it’s cause Menace! Reader knows and won’t hesitate to expose their true identities to the world. Which is true, but Menace! Reader thinks he’s being too dramatic.

I mean it’s not like they have an entire document detailing the atrocities Batman could have prevented if he didn’t have that stupid no-kill rule. The lives and people that has been lost to Joker. Detailing each one of them so they won’t end up as just a number under that monster’s belt.

Menace! Reader who’s always, always there for everyone of the Batfam’s members if they’re needed. Ever since Jason’s death, they made sure to keep tabs on every one of Batman’s kids.

Menace! Reader who hides how much they care, how deathly afraid they are of losing anyone in that family, Robin or not.

Yandere! Batfamily who knows of all of this and would die before anyone ever hurts you.

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p0ssym1lker · 1 year

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Damian befriends Danny after Bruce said something about "civilian friends"

Considering Danny looks like a feral cat on his best days, it was only logical to befriend him

Danny wonders why such a tiny (Damian is in fact quite tall for his age but Danny deals with so many eldtrich "horrors" everyday that everything seems tiny) kid is going around and befriending obviously older teens

One day Damian announces that he will bring over his friend which makes the rest of the batclan look at him in disbelief

So of course they are quite shocked when Damian actually brings a human being! A bit raggedy looking but he also quite obviously looks after Damian as good as he can

Damian refuses to let Danny be adopted because it's his friend, you can't take it away from him! (also in his mind Danny still equals to a feral cat he barely managed to bribe into the home, they are gonna scare him off at this rate!!)

A lot of shenanigans happen but Damian thinks the worst of worst is the fact that drake had started to flirt with his cat friend! Preposterous!

It takes them an embarrassing amount of time to realize Danny used to be a vigilante and they are still in the middle of getting Damian out of the cat mindset so it gets put out of mind

#dc x dp #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc #batclan #batfam #batfamily #tim drake wayne #tim drake #tim x danny #i cant remember the ship names #damian wayne #headcannons #i got more ideas #like how dick and jason reacted

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flamingpudding · 6 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 29 - "That's all? Easy."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: I sometimes like to headcannon that Danny is actually a rich kid that doesn't live the rich kid style cause his parents use their money for their research and like to live a simple life. He goes to galas Vlad or Sam drag him to as his parents representative.

Damian had been prepared for another boring Gala to go through. His elder siblings as well as Pennyworth had made sure to take away any sharp blade he had on him beforehand. With the blades gone Damian refused to socialize with high society. What was the point in enduring the torture of pinched cheeks and repeating comments with double meanings and hidden insults as well as the 'boot' lickers, as one of his brothers liked to put it, when he wasn't allowed to return the favor these people were giving him with a quick blade swipe.

So Damian was hanging back, retreating to the corners and shadows of the room where people aside from his family wouldn't notice him. But being there gave him the chance to notice something else. At first Damian didn't think much of it but with the minutes passing he noticed it more and more.

Small colorful page markers.

He started tracking them. Eyes going from person to person as he scanned them for these markers. Always in spots and placements oneself wouldn't notice them on their own as well as by others around them. Sometimes they were even Color matched with the person's outfit.

Damian scanned the hall and his eyes landed on a teenager, younger than Drake but older than him. The other boy was gliding through the people seemingly effortlessly and unnoticed towards the snack table. Once there the teen appeared to be interested in what sort of food the gala was offering.

His eyes narrowed as he eyed the people the teen had passed.

A blue marker by the belt loop of an older gentleman.

Red marker on the purse of the lady dressed in purple.

Green marker on another man's vest.

He was sure these markers weren't on them before. Interesting, he missed before moving towards the teenager by the snack table. The boy by now had piled up one of the small plates high with some of the overhead foods and Damian first felt reminded of everting Todd went to a gala and immediately would go for the foods.

"You are quite sneaky." He spoke up after waiting somewhat politely for the other to acknowledge his presence. Which never happened even after five minutes and Damian having clearly seen the other looking at him from his corner of the eye.

"Oh, what do you mean?" The teen then said after swallowing a bite of food.

"I presume the page markers are what you're doing?"

"Damit, not even an hour in and I am already busted." The teenager muttered and Damian arched an eyebrow. "Look, I don't know whose rich kid you are but will stop as long as you don't tell the fruitloop. I am here to represent my parents and if this fruitloop hears I am playing the game Sam invented for these galas he will-"

"I believe you misunderstood my intention." Damian smirked as he held out a hand. "My family found it adequate to take my blades. So I want in on this 'game' you are playing."

The teenager blinked at Damian before a grin spread across his face. He hurriedly placed his plate on the table before rummaging around in one of his pockets."Well that is a nice change! Your not a stuck up like the other kids here."

A block of green, red and blue page markers were then placed in Damians held out hand. "I am Danny Fenton by the way, representative of Fentonworks."

"Damian Wayne." He answered out of reflex as he inspected the page markers given to him, uncaring if the teen would now start fawning over his last name like he had seen others do before.

"Cool. So want to make it more interesting? This is more fun in a two player setting then one player." Damian inclined his head, not letting the surprise of the other teens lack of reaction towards his name show. Well it looked like Daniel, because what else got the name Danny stand for, would be nice company for this gala.

"Let's make specific targets for each other, maybe even placements. Sam always dares me to do specific things. If one of us gets caught is an automatic loss, the one with the highest successful placements at the end of this gala is the winner."

He smirked. Daniel had no chance, a game like this was easy for him. This was going to be an easy win. His league training as well as the training his father had made him go through was going to give him a clear advantage. He was playing with the thought of giving Daniel a chance by not using certain skills but after the first three targets, Damian decided that that would be unnecessary.

The gala went by faster, the two pointing out specific people or placements of the marketers to each other. They both had surprisingly their fair share of failures as well as success. In the end they both had a draw and were on their last page marker to place.

"This is going to be the final decision between, win, loss or draw." Daniel hyped up the game and Damian shook his head lightly at the others foolishness that reminded him of Jon.

"Well then, it would be only right to select the most difficult targets for each other."

"Well if that's the case, see the guy over there, the one with gray hair and a ponytail? That's the fruitloop. Place your last marker right to the left on his lower back, where his jacket covers over his belt."

Damian arched an eyebrow but the teen only grinned. He smirked if the other wanted to make it apparently difficult then Damian could provide him with a real challenge. "For you target, my father is currently talking to this 'fruitloop' as you call him. Place the marker on his back on his left shoulder blade."

Daniel would not be able to so, his father was vigilant and despite his act, very aware of his surroundings. His newly made gala acquaintance would fail and Damian would be the winner of this game.

"That's all? Easy."

The two boy's started to move towards the two adults. They shared one last glance before splitting up slightly in two different directions to approach their targets. Damian was close, his steps silent as he neared his target the 'fruitloop'. The page marker was tagged to the tip of one of his fingers. Once he was close enough he would be able to place it without even having to get too close.

His father noticed him and Damian gave him a polite smile as he moved like he was going to pass the man in his way towards his father. He did however not anticipate for his target to place his hand on the hip obscuring his target placement. Damian's hand instantly hid his hand behind his back transferring the page tag to his other hand and unconsciously clicked his tongue. He would have to try again.

"Fruitloop! Who are you talking to?!" He heard Daniel shout out of nowhere suddenly, his head wiping around to see the other clapping his hand on his fathers shoulder. The shoulder where he had told the other to place the marker. Damian ground his teeth. He was not going to accept a loss here.

"Daniel! Where are your manners?! This is Bruce Wayne. CEO of Wayne Enterprise. I am so sorry Mr.Wayne."

"No worries Mr.Masters. He is just like how my sons were at his age. It is good for teens to be so full of energy."

Damian narrowed his eyes as the other teen gave him a peace sign and mouthed the words 'I won.' As the adults returned to their discussion Damian glared at Daniel, his last page tag crumpled in his hand, he switched to stand on his fathers other side so that he was next to the teen now.

"I demand a rematch." He hissed agitated, to which Daniel only grinned wider. "Sure. The next time we see each other at a gala again. I will have two packs ready for our rematch."

Later that night when Damian had returned home from the Gala, he took off his jacket only to notice something green peaking through the folds of it. As he lifted it to inspect where the Color on it game from his eyes narrowed and his grip on the jacket tightened. On his jacked he found several green page markers tagged on it one of them even had a little ghost drawn on it. "Well played Fenton, well played."

#fictober23 #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #crossover #dcxdp #damian wayne #Vlad masters #bruce wayne #Danny and Sam play a game with page markers during galas #Danny was playing it alone #until Damian noticed and wanted in on it #if he can't stab rude people #then he can at least tag them with page markers #headcannon that Danny is a rich kid too #he just lives simpler than Sam #his parents have to have some money to finance their research #Damian and Danny are just having some fun during the gala #gala shenanigans #Bruce knows Danny placed something on his should he just can't react on it for his Brucie act #Vlad was just in the middle of explaining something when he placed his hand on the hip #he had no idea that Danny was playing that game again #Damian now wants a rematch #the next gala they meet on is going to be fun

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firerose18991 · 3 months

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AU where Superman and his baby returning from a play date with Damian and Bruce at the Wayne manor.

*Video call comes in

Clark: Hi bruce

Bruce: Clark….

Clark: Yeah (shuffling around cause he just got home)

Bruce: Take a good look at your baby. (he's holding baby a fussing baby john)

And then Clark freezes what he's doing and lifts the baby out of the björn to get a good look at him. And he's just met with happy green eyes.

Clark: Hi Damian🙂. (Turns to camera) I was wondering why he was so quiet.

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aurora-borealis00 · 2 days

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Stupid head canon I came up with

When a member of the Wayne family gets married, they first get married at the Gotham court house. So that no matter how publicized their wedding is they still have a moment of just them.

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supertrxshwrites · 6 months

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Can you do dating hc’s for Damian

Here are some of my head cannons for dating Damian Wayne. I will totally write a second round of these I love doing hc’s especially for the batfam.

Dating Damian Wayne:

- Honestly he tries to come off as this stoic emotionless guy but the second he comes over with his “spendanite bag” he’s cuddling you the whole time he’s over

- Your parents say he’s their favorite child as a joke

- When you spend the night at the manor he makes a huge deal of it

- Makes snacks, puts on movies and puts blankets on the couch for your date night.

- “Everyone get out! Y/N is coming over and I don’t want you morons interrogating her”

- His brothers intrude on your movie nights sometimes when you visit the manor.

- Damian loves getting you small trinkets especially if he’s out on patrol/ a mission

- If he sees something you’d like or that reminds him of you he will get it

- Damian hates when you don’t eat all day it makes him so mad

“Hey baby-“

“what’d you eat today?” He asks glaring at you with his arms crossed.

“Well I was busy with doing-“

“So nothing. Great. Let’s go” he picks you up and starts walking to the car he doesn’t care how much you protest he’s gonna feed you

- He loves parallel play! If that means you’re scrolling on TikTok and he’s reading a book that’s totally okay

- Sometimes when you’re at the manor you’ll hangout in the living room and Alfred gets a bit worried so he brings snacks as an excuse to check you guys

“Master w-“

“Alfred we’re fine” he smiles as he glances at you from his book and then looks at Alfred.

- When you wanna do TikTok trends with him he’s all for it because it’s goofy and makes you happy especially the dances

- He’s totally the “eats what you don’t” boyfriend. If you guys go out and you can’t finish your food he’s eating it ever.single.time

- This man’s got a serious appetite

I’ll do more hc’s of Damian with more vigilante stuff in em later

#supes writes #headcannons #supertrxshwrites #supes speaks #batfam #dc comics #headcannon idea idk #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon

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thief-of-eggs · 11 months

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Tim coming out to his brothers

Tim: Guys…. I’m bi

Jason: Bi polar?

Tim: Well, yes actually, but-

Dick: Bi lingual?

Tim: Also yes, but-

Damian: Bipedal?

Tim: Yes- what? Why wouldn’t I- ok now you’re just messing with me-

Duke: Bicycle?

Tim: [with his face in his hands] Bisexual. I’m bisexual guys

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quillsareswords · 2 years

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Few things will ever be as funny as the absolute fact that in a relationship between you, Damian Wayne, and Jon Kent, only Damian is willing to get within five feet of a spider

And he can't even kill it. just moves the fucker outside

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne headcannon #damian wayne blurb #damian x reader x jon #damijon x reader #three is the luckiest number #jon kent blurb #jon kent x reader #jon kent imagine #jon kent

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coffee-latte-sprite · 2 years

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Damian Al Ghul and the Annoying Reporter

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AgedUp!Damain Al Ghul x fem!reader

Chapter 11

WC: 500

Warnings: kidnapping, ransom note, language

Synopsis:

Wanting to make a name for herself, Y/N does the unthinkable and tries to interview the heir to the League of Assassins. Although, it doesn’t go as planned. How will she be able to salvage this, especially when Damian Al Ghul doesn’t like strangers?

“Thanks.” Damian said as he accepted the water from the flight attendant. He sat by the window of first class and drank sparingly.

He never realized how little he talked as the silence around him ate away.

He missed her voice. Saying how she was so surprised he had enough money left in his bank account and commented about how delicious the food was.

He missed her asking him (pointless) questions constantly, or giving her commentary freely.

Titus sat on the seat beside him as he was acting sad as well. Damian also had to pay the entire cabin crew to allow Titus with him and not in a crate.

He couldn’t stand this silence and picked up the airplane phone. He quickly dialed the Daily Planet.

His flight to Scotland was delayed a day and had to stay in France an extra day. The first night without her was excruciating.

He knew she must be in the office with her friend. . . Edla. . . Elma. . . Esme. Yeah, Esme.

The annoying ring repeated over and over until someone picked up.

“Hello, this is the Daily Planet, how may I direct your call?”

“Hello, can I talk to your reporter Esme? I have some details on the story she is working on.”

“Of course, one moment please, and could you please share your name for transferring purposes?”

“Bruce Ghul”

The phone went back to a ring as a British voice came over the phone.

“Hello, this is Esme. I’m sorry I haven’t had the pleasure to meet you in person yet Mr. Ghul as your name doens’t come to mind. What information on the sidelights do you have to add?” She asked politley.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I am not really Bruce Ghul, I am Damian Al Ghul. I wanted to speak with Y/N.” Damian said sheepishly as he felt like a child asked for his friend to come to the phone.

There was silence then laugher. “You have got to be kidding me. Tell Y/N I believed her and don’t need some actor to call me.” Esme kept laughing as Damian blushed.

“No, miss, I’m serious. I am Damian Al Ghul. I need to speak with Miss. L/N about our interview.” Lies. Damian just wanted to hear her voice.

“Sorry to say, but she isn’t here. I thought she was still with you.” Esme said as Damian's heart dropped.

“What do you mean? She didn’t come to see you when she got back?” He asked as panic gripped at his insides.

“No. . . Wait, you mean you don’t know where she is?” Esme started to match his panic level.

“NO! I got her on a flight home yesterday!”

“Oh no! Do you think something happened? I know she would have came to me first to get Bella!” Esme said hysterically.

“I-”

“Excuse me sir, this is for you.” A flight attenant interrupted and handed him an envelope.

Damian stopped short as the envelope was a deep black color.

He quickly grabbed it and opened.

His hands shook as he read the note over and over again and his heart sunk lower and lower.

You want her? Meet us at the brig. Don’t be late little bastard.

Damian’s hand shook with anger and his knuckles turned white around the phone. “I know where she is. I’ll get her back.” He said as he hung up.

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qcomicsy · 1 year

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T-shirts that I think the batfam would probably definitely wear:

Jason Todd (Damian Stole It)

Damian (The first one was a gift from Todd he pretended he didn't like it)

Tim Drake (The second one was a Kon's present Tim also pretended he didn't found funny)

Dick Grayson (also a present I don't know who gave him he has too many friends™)

Duke Thomas (He bought himself)

Stephanie Brown

Cassandra Cain (Steph gave to her)

Bruce Wayne (A family present)

#batfam #batfam headcannons #batfamibly headcannons #batfamily silly shirts #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #bruce wayne

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hana-no-seiiki · 30 days

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this is prolly the only fem! reader i’m ever writing with batfam in this blog. enjoy.

(implicit) yandere batfam x dommy mommy! reader

— in which these men realize you were far more than just an assistant

Galas were fun at times. But when forced to attend such repetitive events in addition to their vigilante work — well it was safe to say, it was not boding well for their sanity.

You worked as a general assistant for the BatFamily. As Alfred’s daughter, you endeavored to ease your father and his employers’s lives. You were a sweetheart. An absolute angel. The loveliest lady to ever exist.

Until you were pushed past the brink of your limits, stress wise, of course.

The whole Jason coming back from the dead and Bruce being dead took a massive blow to your sleep schedule. The boys took it as an opportunity to blur the lines between work and personal life. Slowly inserting themselves into your day to day outside of what you tirelessly scheduled for them.

So when a villain managed to break into the Batcave while you were there all on your lonesome (took a while for you to schedule every single one of them so that they’d be too busy to bother you), you didn’t take it all too kindly.

By the time the boys got back home, they were only privy to the following things

(1) You were a lot stronger than what you appeared to be. If the footage of you absolutely decimating the man wasn’t already a sure sign there was also the fact that you managed to somehow replicate a lot of the moves the boys would learn during training. Must have been something Alfred drilled into you as extra measure.

(2) You were a lot more menacing and sadistic when stressed.

The intruder looked at you with pleading eyes. His face black and blue. Could you blame yourself? You only had one night of peace and this man ruined it.

You sighed. He seemed to be incapacitated enough. Pulling out the chair to the iconic Batcomputer, you took a seat and pondered.

Bruce gave you access to all the alcohol you would need to ease the stresses of life. Might as well you shrugged.

You slowly took off the stockings Dick gifted you a while back. It was a prototype of his merch he said. You knew it was just because he really wanted to see you in fishnets. Then, you used the tip of your toe to raise the intruder’s head to face you.

You paused for a moment, remembering how Tim would often look through the cameras old footage on his free time. His overworking and stalking habits are really be something you work on.

The thought of him seeing the way you act momentarily froze you.

But the alcohol in your system begged to differ.

“Make it up to me, and I’ll let you go.”

Eh, you’ll deal with Tim and Damian scolding you for your unhealthy habits later. And your dad’s sermons on professional behavior.

And whatever mess Jason makes you clean up for the night too.

The boys watched the footage with bated breath and tighter pants at your actions. This was a side they’ve never expected from you.

You poured a drink of your choice down your thighs and legs. The liquid slowly dripped down the skin of your calves and ankles before it reached the tip of your toe.

“What kind of an assistant would I be if I didn’t give a guest a drink?”

And (3)

They would kill to be that man.

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