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Considering WB is doing almost nothing to promote DC's Blue Beetle after three back-to-back-to-back box office failures, let this post be a reminder that Blue Beetle is just over a month away!! If you want to know why you should support this upcoming DC movie, here's why: • Blue Beetle is the first live action Latino superhero film • The film stars Cobra Kai's Xolo Maridueña as Jaime Reyes, Singer and Actress Becky G as the voice of the Scarab and George Lopez as Jaime's crazy uncle Rudy. • Blue Beetle is the first character in DC Studios' DCU timeline, as confirmed by DC Studios Co-Owner James Gunn • As stated above, Blue Beetle is part of the DCU world filled with superheroes. However, and thankfully, the past DCEU films are not relevant at all to Blue Beetle -- as confirmed by the movie's director Angel Manuel Soto. • Blue Beetle was made as "the first act of a saga" and is currently planned to have a trilogy, assuming the first film does well. • The Hollywood Reporter's sources believe that if Blue Beetle does do well and if it ends up getting a positive reception, Xolo Mariduena's Blue Beetle can end up appearing in the upcoming Booster Gold show. Support DC's Blue Beetle, y'all.
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Matt Ryan as Constantine <3
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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year
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Shazam tries talking with the Justice Society...
Shazam: okay i think i got your next incredibly cool name - the Assembly of Super Savers!
Al: what the-?
Cyclone: did you just call us ASS?
Shazam: I-uh...maybe? We can workshop the name later.
Y/N: well its better than Al's idea: Super Friends? Half of us aren't even aquaintances!
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xoxo-mylove · 2 years
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Her Little Raven
(Al’Ghul!Reader x Damian Wayne)
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Word count: 4,664
Synopsis: Where Damian Wayne has an older sister. A sister that after being on a six month long mission, comes home to see her brother not waiting for her. A sister who is pissed off and on her way to Gotham. 
Warning: Swear words, angst, and Al’Ghul bullshit
AHHHHHHH I'm starting a new trope!! An Al’Ghul!Reader series will be a constant on this page. I was rewatching “Son Of Batman” and was just imagining Damian and how he would be absolutely soft for his older sister. This is the first one-shot for this series, so feel free to send me ideas for this trope :))
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You were finally on your way home. After completing your six month mission you were coming home. Grandfather had burdened you with the task of tailing a traitor in the League. Your job was to be partners with the mole and go on missions together. 
You were supposed to feel out if he truly was a traitor. During your six month mission you both got close. Not in the romantic sense. Oh no, definitely not in that sense. He was a great partner. He had your back in every situation, every challenge you both faced, every thing you both went through, you did it together. 
You started to see him as a friend. You were getting attached. Something you've been told since birth NOT TO DO. Yet during those months he became your friend. You’ve been relaying information towards your grandfather about your opinion on his character. Whether you truly thought him to turn or not.
 In the beginning you knew he was. You could tell. 
His insentient need to know what was happening, when it was happening, and why. It was obvious. Yet when it came to relaying the information back to Ra’s you lied. You lied because he was your friend. Your first friend. 
Yet your grandfather was still suspicious. That’s why the mission took so long, you were told to keep looking, keep searching, find something that beams in red lights that he was the traitor. 
Five months in on your mission with Theodore is when you got the letter. You've gotten it many times. You've gotten it multiple times for multiple different people and this time you knew who the letter was for. It was the first time you heart seized in your chest. Like blood pumping out of your heart knew what was happening, knew how it affected you.
 The big red letters. 
TERMINATE. 
That was it. You knew what you had to do.
Theodore was out on recon, he was supposed to come back to your guy’s apartment soon. You had everything ready. You had the knife hidden between the couch cushions. snug, you could see it gleam from the moonlight. You know what you were going to do was wrong. Fuck if he found out you’re sure he would kill you. But, you didn't care. 
The door opens and you spine straightens. Your back is to him so you hear his annoying cheery voice greet you. 
“Hey! Y/N, man was it crazy out there, Ra’s was right. They’re def-” he stops his words and you turn your head looking at him with a blank face. “Whats wrong?”
 the genuine concern hurts. It hurts because you know what you’re about to do. “I need to speak with you Theo” 
Thats what lets him know what's wrong. He’s been trying to get you to call him by that for months but no matter what you always used Theodore. He walks quickly towards the couch and sits. “Whats up” yes, it took you a while to get used to his laid back way of speaking, you find it endearing now. 
“I need to tell you something.” So that’s what you did. You explain for hours about what you did. He gets angry. Very angry. It’s when you ask him the question that makes him look at you with a blank face. The face of an assassin. His body become tense, ready to fight you, again it’s funny. Funny because you both know who’ll win.
 “If I tell you the truth, what does that mean for me?” Such a loaded question. Such a hard question that had you worried for months. You know what you'd do, he just won’t like it. 
“Either answer you give me Theodore will end in you walking away.” 
The shocked expression on his face is almost laughable. You feel your lips curl up. “Wh- what do you mean? You're saying you're not gonna kill me Y/N?”
 “No, I'm not going to hurt you Theodore.” 
“Why?” he asks with that smile. He smiles because he knows. Your actually regretting what you said now. 
“Why Y/N? is it because you love me?” he says with a mocking tone and a smile.
 You shake your head this is ridiculous. Absolutely absurd. “No Theodore, it’s because.....you’re my friend.” You finally get out. He’s your friend and you don't want him to die.
 He’s your friend and he should be freed from this life. This life that burdens him, you, your baby brother. This way of life that brings nothing but destruction and chaos. 
Theodore doesn’t deserve that. Not one bit. He deserves to smile all the time, to make everyone’s life brighter as much as he’s made yours.
 “You’re my friend too Y/N. I love you.” He said with a huge smile, you in return give him a small one.
 “What’s the plan?” 
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Theodore is running away. You're helping him, he tried to convince you to come with him. To run away and cause hell. Together.
We’ll be double trouble Y/N! c’mon! 
It has you smiling, because that’s what he deserves. To cause hell and live a long happy life. But, you'll just be a chapter in his. Someone he’ll tell his kids about in the future, when he’s reminiscing about “old times” 
He’s the type to do that you think. Get happy over nostalgic things, you can picture him. Old, smiling, happy, telling his kids all about his life. It fits him. Not, you though, your future is with your brother. By his side. Always. 
You use the knife hidden in the couch to slice his arm. You need evidence of Theodore’s death and the blood of the person you are supposed to kill is confirmation enough. You both travel to California. God, what a horrible place. The air is polluted with sun and happiness. Totally works for someone like Theodore. 
Like the assassin he is, he knows to stay out of trouble. Knows to keep quiet. You leave him there with your dagger. A parting gift. On your way home you think about if you will ever see him again. Hear from him somehow, It brings a smile to your face because you know you won't see each other. And that alone puts you at ease.
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 You’ve finally made it home. If you can even can call it that. You enter the sanctum, walk through the halls making your way up to see your mother waiting for you…..alone. Where's Damian? “It’s been so long my dear.” She greets you as she rests her hand on your cheek.
 “Yes, it has, I've completed my mission Mother, where is Grandfather?” I see her eyes trail away from mine. something happened. Where’s Damian?
You can't see Damian until your dismissed from your Grandfather. “Beloved, Your Grandfather was killed.” Those five words have your eyes bulging. reeling away from her in disbelief. No, there's no possible way your Grandfather, Ra’s Al Ghul, Leader of the League of Assassins is dead. “Mother.. I- where's Damian?” you can't deal with that right now. You need to see your brother.
 You see her eyes trail away from you again. And your heart drops, it twists, it squeezes in your chest. No, no, no, no, absolutely not. Your Mother sees your pained expression. and she quickly reaches for you, Grabbing onto your face. “OH! oh! gods no, Y/N your brother has not suffered the same fate as your Grandfather.” Gods you can finally breathe again. 
You look up at her again because, if your brother is not dead than something else happened. That has you internally panicking again. “Then what has happened mother?”
silence.
You want to kill her. You clench your jaw and ask again. “Where is Damian?” you snap. 
“Damian is with his father.” Blood drains from your face.
 Your brother is thousands and thousands of miles away from you. In Gotham. You’re actually going to kill her. Your body feels hot, the anger is clear on your face because your mother speaks again. Big mistake. “A boy needs his father Y/N. Bruce was happy to take him in. He’s thriving in that environment. He’s training under Batman. He will be back soon. Stop crying.” She speaks in her usual dismissive tone. Like the thought of her son being away from her wasn’t at all concerning.
Like it didn’t affect her.
Like you were overreacting!
You school your expression back into your emotionless mask and stare disappointedly at her.
It’s done you know where he is. You don't spare her another look. You turn on your heels of your feet and walk out of the place, you were so desperate to come back too.
 Your brother is in Gotham City. 
You’ll see him soon.
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Gotham City. When you were little, before Damian was even a thought running through your sadistic mother’s mind....you remember coming here with your Grandfather. 
“Cities like this Y/N, are the places that are in need of our help.” 
“The citizens of Gotham are fools. Thinking their precious vigilantes are going to save them from the scum that run about. Eradicating all of it is the only way. Soon they will come to see it.” 
You remember how bright the sunset was that day, almost as if proving your Grandfather wrong with his opinion of the city. If a city so polluted and needing of the League's help, how could it produce something so beautiful and as innocent as a sunset.
You know now your grandfather’s opinion was bullshit. That the world needs vigilantes. Especially Gotham City. But you were too blinded by anger to praise Batman and his wards at the moment. He has Damian. Bruce Wayne has suddenly decided to play daddy to your little brother. As far as your concerned, the only suitable parental figure in Damian’s life has been you, and that’s not about to change.
 Your brother does not need to be gallivanting in an insipid yellow and green costume in the night. Damian deserves to be a kid. A life you were sure he was going to live when you came back from your mission. You both were going to run away from the sanctum and you were finally going to release Damian from your Mother and Grandfather’s evil clutches, but it seems that Damian has traded a dangerous life for another.
It was easy to get into WE undetected. Shitty security for the company that belongs to the Batman, but you guess having high level security might raise some eyebrows. 
You hear his voice running through your ears from the bug you planted at the end of the hallway. “Yes, Dorris I unfortunately cannot make it that evening.” You hear his footsteps come closer. You look out towards the window relaxing back into his seat. His voice booms from outside the door. 
“Yes....yes I do-” his voice halts once he opens  the door. You would’ve thought he might of known someone was in his office before. Someones getting old, you think smugly. “Im afraid I'm going to have to call you back Dorris.” he closes the door and sets his coat down. “Yes, you too” he sighs and you hear the phone hang up.
 “What do you need Talia?” Hmph. Your mother is who he thinks is in his seat. Funny. You spin the chair away from the view facing towards him. If you didn't know this man was Batman, you would've thought he was crazy for not giving you more of a reaction other than his breath hitching.
 “Y/N.....What are you doing here?” He asks in his usual monotone voice. Anger sparked again within you.
 “Damian.”
 One word that has him bowing his head in understanding. He opens his mouth to speak again, you beat him to it. “Imagine my surprise” you get up from his seat and walk in front of his desk. “When I come home from a six month long mission to find my brother not there.” you perch up on the desk and stare him down with fury in your eyes. 
“That my brother is now living in Gotham City with his father and the rest of the Robins.” You watch as he walks towards his windows and stares out into the distance. His blatant hesitance to answer your question has you regretting coming here first. 
“Your brother is under my care now yes. But I assure you Y/N he is thriving here. You don-” You whip your entire body toward him and advance to his side before he can blink. 
“I DIDN’T ASK IF HE WAS THRIVING HERE BRUCE!” 
You let it get the best of you. You close your eyes and ask the question you've been trying to avoid thinking about on your way here. The question that seems to cause even more weight on your heart when Bruce didn't seem glad to see you, almost hating what you were here for. If Damian was happy? 
You look at him in the eyes and ask it “Is he... Is he happy here?”
 “Y/N-” 
“Disregarding the vigilante work I know he’s doing, his studies, or his progress in training.....is he happy here?” It hurts, god it hurst to ask but you need to know. That he’s finally living out the life he should, just not with you.
 “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
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The drive to Wayne Manor is silent. You didn't expect anything more, neither did Bruce but you secretly hoped he would mention Damian again. You were too afraid to ask. So you went for the safe option, Alfred. 
“How’s Alfred?” you see him glance at you through the corner of his eye. “Fine, never stops telling me I should take more days off.”
 “You should listen” Poor old man, constantly in the vicinity of men in costumes with their insistent need for vigilante work. You truly don't know how he does it. 
“Yeah. I really should.” Silence stretches between you two before he speaks. “And your mother?” 
Your eyes narrow beneath your shades. “Still breathing.....unfortunately” 
He huffs out a laugh and it has your eyes relaxing from their angered state. You see the ETA to be 10 minutes, he couldn’t drive any faster? 
“You and your brother both share the same violent tendencies I see” 
“You have your baby mama and Ra’s to thank for that.” You almost gag at the words you just used to describe your mother, Screw you Theodore for making me watch that horrible excuse of television called reality TV. 
Your words shock Bruce too it seems because he releases a loud laugh this time. He smiles and take his eyes off the road to meet yours. “It seems that six month mission you’ve just returned from wasn’t all that bad.”
You smile at the reminder of your friend. “Yes, It wasn't all that bad..” You break eye contact to see the Manor come into view. 
You’re reminded of why you're here. And you don’t know if you want to puke from excitement or of nervousness. Bruce takes notice of your uneasy expression because once he parks and turns off the car he turns to you. 
“There is no need to be nervous, I don't think your arrival will cause Damian to be upset, the opposite actually. All he did when he first came here was brag to the kids about his older sister.” His attempt at reassuring you is appreciated, but you don't let him know that. 
“Where is he?” You ask the question softly this time. “The cave.”
You walk behind Bruce into the Manor. Gives you time to admire his home. Admire the warmth that stems from it. Warmth that Damian deserves to live in. That you know he’s happy living in.
 “A guest Sir?” Alfreds voice bring you out of your thoughts and you turn your body reveling you identity to the man. The obvious shock in his face is clear.
Bruce’s voice breaks the staring contest between you too. “Damian is training right Alfred?”
 “Yes......yes, of course sir he’s sparring with Master Tim.” Timothy Jackson Drake. The robin to come after Todd, Truly a suitable opponent for your brother. 
“I tried to persuading Master Damian to take break but it seems Master Jason and Master Dick egged him on with continuing.” They all seem to have formed a relationship. It causes a sting in your eyes.
Bruce and Alfred seem to notice your silent state, gods you need to stop being vulnerable in front of him. Though you can’t help it with Damian, he’s your one weakness.
 “Though, I know Damian would be exceptionally happy to see you Lady Y/N.” He says with such a warm smile. You smile back and look towards Bruce, obvious want in your eyes to see your brother.
 You both bid Alfred a goodbye and make your way into his study. Such a cliche you think snidely, a secret opening. Theodore would love this.
You nervousness is obvious and your palms are sweating. You both slowly make it down the step into the cave. You can't help but marvel at the architecture and complexity of the cave. 
You both walk towards the balcony and overlook the railing to see him.
  Damian.
He’s obviously grown since you last saw him. And it causes a lump to form in your throat. You see him sparring with who you assume is Tim and you admire their flow. The way they both anticipate their next moves.
 The way Tim matches his skills to Damian’s. And the way Damian doesn't train to harm anymore. 
It almost looks like he’s having fun. It has you smiling through watery eyes. He’s happy. 
The way he shines from Jason and Dick’s cheering. The way instead of anger and hatred painting his face its smugness and a hint of playfulness.
 “C’mon Drake just accept defeat from the 11 year old.” 
His voice. The obvious hint of teasing coating his voice makes your smile brighter. “Shut up Damian, once I win you will be taking over my section of patrol for a week.” Damian groans and rolls his eyes.
 “Yeah! c’mon short stack you don’t want to end up patrolling the fast food area do ya?” Jason tells him mockingly.
 “Yeah little wing is right bud” That has Jason narrowing his eyes towards Dick. “Nothing happens there. Only your handful of crazies who get angry when the workers get their order wrong.” 
That seems to drive Damian more because he's now in facing the side of Tim. Conveniently facing the railing you and Bruce are overlooking from. Because he notices Bruce’s presence out the corner of his eye and then yours. And you swear one your eyes connect you know what decision you’ll make.
 Damian dose a double take and freezes. You see his eyes widen and his shock and disbelief paint his face. “ `ukht ” 
His sudden frozen state has Dick and Jason following his eyes sight to where you're standing. You feel the shock from them too, but can’t find the need to care. 
You keep eye contact with Damian and the relief that envelops you when his face starts to light up and a smile str- 
“OOF!” 
Before any of you can blink Tim tackles Damian to the ground. He’s straddling Damian with his hands shot up in the air, a large smile painted across his face, his stance radiating victory.
 “AHHH! AH HA! I WON! I WON ! YOU LOOSE! HAHA YOU HAVE TO WOAH-” 
Damian throws Tim off him and quickly stumbles off the ground and races up the stairs to you. “Y/N” he whispers under his breath.
 “Y/N HA! AHH SISTER!” his obvious excitement and joy to see you has you racing to meet him halfway the balcony. 
Smiles both painting your faces you catch him as he crashes into you, bringing you to your knees almost falling to the floor. You giggle like a maniac with him in your arms. His long skinny arms wrapping around your neck, clinging to you tightly almost like he can't believe you're here. 
You're not any better either, grasping the back of his head with your right hand and perching your chin on top of his ebony hair. “My little raven, how I've missed you” your voice seems to do something to him because he squeezes you harder and digs his face into the crook of your neck. 
You start to pull back wanting to see his face up close, when you feel him grasp your shirt between his hands and pull you back. You feel wetness on the side of your neck and you just pull him tighter against you. 
Oh. Oh your baby brother is the epitome of sweetness is your eyes. 
“You’re really here” he whispers against your ear. Almost scared like if he’s any louder you’ll disappear. “Yes, yes I'm here Dami” He stays nestled in your arms for a little bit. Relishing in the closeness he’s missed. You don't mind. you’ve been longing to see him since you were sent off on the mission. You let him decide when you part from your embrace and when your (YEC) eyes connect with his brilliant green. You both smile bright. 
“Oh! I've seen you lost some baby teeth since I've been gone!” Your words cause a red tint to bloom across his cheeks, he rolls his eyes with smile “Shut up Y/N!” he says annoyed. 
“Hey! That’s no way to treat your sister who’s traveled thousands of miles to see her little baby brother!” You say with a laugh. That seems to cause another smile break out across his face and he tucks his head into your neck again. You laugh and squeeze him tight against you. So glad that he’s happy to see you. So happy he didn't forget you. 
“Ummm Am I dreaming or is little gremlin smiling?” You turn your head with Damian still resting his face in your neck towards the voice to see Tim sprawled out of the mat where looking up towards you two with shock and awe coating his face. 
Seriously who are you? And why is a brat like Damian that happy to see you! If you would’ve heard his thoughts, maybe you wouldn't have mad at the name he used to call your brother. Damian is no gremlin! (okay you know he totally is) 
Tim’s question does bring you back to the fact that you have an audience. You also notice Dick and Jason looking at you too with cautious eyes but smiles, and Bruce looking at you both with a certain fondness in his eyes.
“I think the boys are done with training. How about we discuss this over dinner?”
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Having dinner with the batboys as you decided to call them was........ a treat? Their loud but funny personality's had you smiling and laughing during the entire night and Damian clinging to you the entire dinner catching you up all six month you missed was the best part.
 Once Bruce explained who you were to Tim and explained why you caused such a huge reaction from Damian, he went from awe to immediate suspicion, it seems that your relation with the League left him cautious. Understandable, you think and you had no problem with easing his worries with your own explanation but Damian took offense to his suspicion of you.
 “Don't you dare look at my sister like that Drake! She does not need to explain herself to you or anyone else! She will stay as long as she likes and you will do well to welcome her here, or so help me Drake I'll make you wish you decided to bite your tongue!” That certainly caused an awkwardness to hang in the air but Tim immediately apologized seeing Damian’s very real anger and expressed his apology if he made you uncomfortable and his genuine sincerity and concern reminded you of Theodore, and even if you got off on the wrong foot you decided you liked Tim very much.
 You won over Jason when he found out how you reveled yourself to Bruce at WE. 
“Oh! that's so good! Please he thought you were Talia” His loud exaggerated laugh had you smiling confusedly. You could see Bruce rolling his eyes and grumbling under his breath. You suddenly understood the dynamic between the two. “God what I would’ve paid to see his face when you revealed who you were I can-” His words get cut off from his own howling laughter. “Shut up Todd! You're scaring my sister with your monstrosity of a laugh.” 
Once you mention the ride to manor and your conversation you two shared about calling Talia a “baby mama” Dick chokes on his food and immediately makes the connection of reality TV. “You watch Reality TV?!? Huh. who would’ve thought Talia can produce children with actual humor” His snide comment about your mother is laughed at by you “Yes, a friend of mine forced me to watch and I have to say the vulgar things exchanged between the people on camera had me reeling from shock, I think it’s probably rubbed off on me a bit too much” 
The rest of the night is filled with laughs and you have to say you understand now. 
Damian belongs here. 
He needs to be here. And as much as it hurts knowing you aren't the only important person in his life anymore, you can't help but beam internally of happiness.
 If anyone deserves to be happy it’s your brother. And the life he’s grown to know here is something that he is the utmost deserving of.
 After helping Alfred clear the table, you ask Bruce if you could talk to Damian alone for a while. He knows what you’ve decided and he knows how happy it will make Damian. You’re glad that he approves, as much as you respected Bruce his approval wasn’t needed but it was appreciated.
Damian brings you outside, he says it's the best place for important things to be discussed. You can't help but agree once you've made it outside because the calmness that consumes you helps.
 You’re both sitting on a stone bench when he speaks first. “You’re going back?......Are you not?” his words have you stunned in silence they're spoken with such sadness and heartbreak.
 How could...how could he think you’d leave? Now that- 
“I'm coming with you!” Damian yells.
“Damian no that-” you hurriedly try to explain,
 He stands up from the bench, visibly determined to not let you get a word in.“No Y/N if you’re leaving I'm coming with. I don't want to not see you again sister and if you have to go back I'll go back with you!” 
You blow out a breath and smile up at him. “Oh, Damian I'm not going back to the League.” 
“And I will- wait! Wait you're not leaving?” He asks with a confused tilt of his head.
You smile and shake you head, “No Damian I'm not.” It’s now his turn to be stunned into silence. You suppose you owe him an explanation. 
“Damian, this life you’ve built, the progress you’ve made it’s extraordinary! You don’t understand how incredibly proud I am of you. This life you’ve grown in too is all I have ever wanted for you Damian.”
 “I don't understand this sounds like a good bye!”
 “You haven't let me finished Dami.” You scold him lightly.
 “Sorry.” he says sheepishly. You let out chuckle before continuing.
“You’ve inspired me my little raven.” The sudden confusion painting his face makes you swell with pride.
“Not only have you changed Damian but so have I. My six month long mission has opened my eyes on so many things and made me change as a person also. I’m staying here with you Damian.” 
His face lights up and he smiles. Practically jumping in his seat. “Not here!” his face falls confused yet again, oh shit.
 “No! No, I mean not the manor but Gotham. I’m staying here in Gotham.” Relief floods his entire face but also disappointment. 
“I’m staying here Damian, but I need to have my own apartment” It’s adorable to see his pout.
 “But!”
“No buts Dami.” he looks off to the side. “I love you my little raven and this is not about me not wanting to be living with you but I need to have my own place. I am a grown adult. You understand that part right” 
“Yeah, I guess” he says annoyed. Your brother is the epitome of sweetness.
 “Come here.” you say opening you arms.
He looks up at you and smiles and wraps his arms around your neck, tucking his face underneath your chin. Holding him there you can’t help but ask, “You mad at me my love?” 
“No! No, never sister it’s just I wish you could live here in Father’s manor. Although I understand why you choose to find your own place here in Gotham. I’m just happy you're not leaving.” 
“Me too Dami, me too” 
You both look out the garden together, basking in the comfortable silence and welcoming the cool breeze blowing through your hair. Enjoying each other’s company, making up for all the time that you lost.
 “But you’re staying here with Father and I until we find you a suitable enough home.” He says firmly. In a way that you know his decision is not budging.
Yes, how could you forget. Apartment hunting. You can't wait for Damian to reject every apartment you see. “Of course Dami.” 
“I love you Y/N” your heart warms. This is exactly where you’re supposed to be. You’re happy. You're free. But most importantly, Damian is happy and he’s finally free. With your arms around your little brother and head perched on top of his head, You're ready. “I love you too my little raven, more than you could ever know.”
OH.MY.GOD. I am SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY!!!
This story has been in my drafts for two weeks and I think this is one of my favorite things I've ever written. I can't wait to write more about Al’Ghul!Yn and I have so many ideas for her YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND!
Hope y’all enjoyed! Feedback is always appreciated! - Yella <3
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holyheadcanonbatman · 4 months
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If the Booster Gold TV show doesn’t start with him running through the museum with Joan Jett’s “Bad Reputation” blasting, I don’t want it
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𝖬𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌
𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝖹𝖾𝖾 , 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗑 𝖹𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺
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It looks like Diana is in the movie.
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lokismusings · 7 months
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Alright Superbat fam, help me out. I’m looking for Bruce/Clark fan fic on AO3. Here’s all I remember about it, and I think the last time I read it was maybeeee four or five years ago? Maybe more? Also, I’m pretty sure it takes place in the DCEU, but I’ll take suggestions from other universes.
So I remember that Clark and Bruce were on like a secret investigation or something. I don’t remember much except for one part where Bruce picks up a lady at a hotel and gets a room with her, and Clark gets jealous. But Bruce had also seen Clark getting hit on by a guy at the bar of the hotel (maybe? Details are fuzzy). So Clark’s room is next door to Bruce’s, and he hears the…you know…nightly activities, and gets jealous. Then next morning, he takes a shower, but Bruce knocks on Clark’s door. Clark answers it and I think the shower is still running, which I think is what makes Bruce assume that Clark had invited the guy from the bar up to his room, and Bruce acts either jealous or annoyed. But it wasn’t finished when I started reading it so I decided to wait until it finished, but now I can’t find it. 😭 If anyone out there has any information, please tell me! Feel free to link any ao3 fan fic that even remotely resembles this. I will search through all of the suggestions. Thank you in advance!
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idontbeatgames · 7 months
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The Reyes Family playing such a positive and pivotal role in Blue Beetle brought such an amazing and much needed dynamic to the superhero entertainment genre. After having so many superhero movies and shows that focus on the hero protagonist maintaining secret identity, watching Jaime's family impact him throughout his journey in the movie was so refreshing whether it was a serious moment, emotional moment or comical moment. And it was because of how much effort Angel Manuel Soto put into making the viewer feel their impact on Jaime throughout the movie. There's never a moment where any of the Reyes Family members felt left behind. Each and every one of them had their own special moment with Jaime that made Jaime a much better hero and person by the end of the movie. The payoff in the end of Blue Beetle wasn't just Jaime accepting that he has to Blue Beetle or finally having his "hero" moment in the final act of the film, it was how much love and motivation he received his family that helped him finally become the Blue Beetle like he needed to -- for himself, his family and most importantly, Palmera City. The Reyes Family truly were the heart of Blue Beetle. If you can't tell by this post, by the way, I absolutely adored Blue Beetle wholeheartedly.
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kara danvers.
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lena luthor.
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harleypostss · 1 year
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Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy by Bekkomi
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meep-meep-richie · 1 year
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𝙊𝙝, 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚
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xoxo-mylove · 2 years
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New Beginnings
(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!reader x Dick Grayson, and Batmom!reader x Jason Todd)
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Word count: 3,054
Synopsis: The manor feels empty, since Dick left to live on his own. Bruce is angry. (and sad) You are definitely sad. But who knew that a new beginning was waiting for them. More like, stealing from them but who cares!
Warnings: Angst, not a lot though, Fluff, SOOO FLUFFY, and Dick Grayson anger......
(*A/N: I'm not entirely accurate with the ages in this fic but it's fan fiction, soooo and anyway Dick is eight years older than Jason and probably later on I'll make them closer in age but, for now Dick left when he was 18 instead of 19 to live in Bludhaven and Jason left to live with Bruce when he was 10 instead of 11)
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The big fight.
Such a trivial thing that progressed into Dick yelling and Bruce yelling back. You weren't there, when it happened but walking into dinner that night you could feel the tension. “Okay” you say dropping your fork onto your plate and placing your elbows on the table. You could feel Alfred’s disapproval from here. “What is up with you two?” 
They turn their heads to you, in sync of course. Like father like son. Your son. Ever the drama queen answers first, “Nothings wrong mom. right dad?” You roll your eyes and glare at your son. “Richard Grayson. I can feel your sarcasm from here. Now I'll ask again, whats with you too?”
This time you direct the question towards your husband. He looks up at you with his usua blank face but only you can read the hint of sadness and hurt that coats it. Oh yeah, something definitely happened.
 “Dick, here thinks he's and adult.” 
“Well I-”
 “SO much of an adult that he thinks he's ready to go on his own.”
 You're confused. “I'm confused, do you want to move out?” you can't help but have a tint of sadness and shock in your voice, because well your baby is leaving. You should of saw it coming actually, He wasn’t going to stay here forever, I mean at first it started with him leaving at 16 to start a team.
And even that was hard for you and Bruce. The fight that caused that situation is a WHOLE other thing but moving out? You baby boy leaving your home? This was going to take some time to digest. Like you said, you should’ve seen it coming.
He was eventually...... gonna grow up and leave. Oh geez you feel like crying.
 Dick sees your sullen face and hurriedly tries to explain. “NO! I mean…yes! It’s just…well.... I'm eighteen mom. I am an adult.”
Those four words almost sent you into a spiral, so much so the sadness is evident on your face. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about wanting to leave. Oh god no, you wouldn’t and haven’t been that mom EVER to guilt trip their children into doing what they wanted to do.
It’s one of the first things you discussed with Bruce when you both first got Dick. You both never wanted to be those parents. Though it seems like Bruce has a harder time conveying the right emotions, and Dick easily gets riled up. Especially if he’s told he can’t do something he wants to do.
Ugh, like father like son.
 “See, you've upset your mother.” You hear Bruce say, bringing you out of your thoughts.
You quickly look at Dick and see the guilt creeping up all over his face and you start to reassure him that you're not upset about him leaving.
Well of course you're upset about that, but more of the fact that he’s not so little any more. That your baby boy is growing up and leaving you. But a small part that will soon blossom is happy he's finding his own way. But Bruce uses your silence as a way to egg on this already heated argument, he stands up from his chair and points a finger at Dick.
“You shouldn’t leave! You're still a kid. What you think- you think you're gonna be able to live by yourself at this age?! You don’t know a thing about living on your own.” Bruce was literally grasping at straws. Trying to find any reason to try and keep Dick here. Now you were getting angry.
Okay this has gone too far now. You know Bruce is sad that Dick is leaving and though it’s not right way to do it he chooses to express this through anger and inexcusable behavior.
 “Bruce STOP!” You exclaim, almost out of your seat.
“NO MOM it’s obviously how he feels!” you look towards Dick too see he's abandoned his food too, and is standing up from his chair. “You don’t think I can do it! Live on my own. That I'll never be anything more than Robin. Nothing more than your side kick!” 
“That is not what I said!”
“BUT ITS WHAT YOU MEANT!” 
“STOP being ridiculous Dick! I can't believe we are having this discussion right now! especially in front of your mot-” 
“ENOUGH!” their heads snap to you and immediately cower under your gaze.
They're in trouble. They both know it. Raising their voices at each other and throwing cheap shots. But their pride and their ego stop them from admitting their wrongs.
You internally sigh, sometimes it’s too much masculinity in you life.
 “What is the matter with you two, that I can't even mention the tension in the room without you wanting to scream at each other?!” Chest heaving and red in the face from anger. You sit back down, and dig back in to your pasta.
The boys stand there, confused. So confused. They glance at each other for answers, before they remember they are supposed to be mad at each other and look away. 
“uhh. mom?” you look up from your pasta to see Dick looking at you nervously. You soften your face and smile. “Sit down baby.” you turn your head to Bruce “both of you.” They both slowly sit down and dig back into their pasta. 
“Dick, do you want to move out honey?” Honey. Your nickname that’s reserved for him since he was eight years old. That simple word makes all his anger disappear and he raises his head towards you with eyes filled with guilt, like the words he’s about to say is going to make you cry. Probably will.
“I’m ready to leave mom. NOT ready to leave you guys of course, just ready to find myself? As cliche as it sounds. I just want, No... I need to be on my own.” You smile with tears in your eyes and lay your had on his cheek. With watery eyes and a wobbly happy smile. 
“Oh sweetheart, I'm not sad that you want to leave. You leaving doesn't hurt my feelings honey. I’m happy you want to find yourself. Whatever makes you happy hun I'm always going to support you.” You say it with such conviction and truth that dick sags with relief and almost sheds a tear. He smiles his brilliant bright smile back at you. 
“And, your dad I'm sure feels the same way.” You both turn you heads to your husband to see him looking at you both with soft eyes. Bruce sighs before he stands up from his chair. “c’mon chum... lets talk again” he says it so nervous and shy it almost makes you smile, 
Oh your Bruce is just so worried he’s gonna ruin it with Dick. You face back towards your son with a smile and jerk your head towards Bruce. You watch him rise from his seat and follow his dad into the study, both glancing at each other nervously and Dick fiddling his fingers. Oh your boys, you don't know where they would be without you. You hear a cough from the door way to see Alfred looking at you with a raised eye brow and a smile. You just shrug your shoulders and smirk.
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That was two months ago. Bruce and Dick eventually came back from the study their differences reconciled (I will NOT let canon batdad be a man who can't say I love you to his kids shine through in this Bat-mom series! Sorry, not sorry. We only accept good Batdad here!) and we started looking for Dicks new apartment.....in Bludhaven.
 You know when you thought about Dick moving into his own home you thought Gotham. The same city, a few miles away, easy to pop in whenever you missed him but no, it’s a whole different one, but... if that what your baby boy wants that's what he’ll get. 
So you and a very sad Bruce go apartment hunting in Bludhaven. You eventually found an apartment after Bruce saying no to all the other ones and saying they weren't good enough, Dick fell in love with one with an amazing view and Bruce, very slowly admitted he liked it too. That made Dicks smile even bigger.
 Now you, Bruce and Alfred are all alone. No more Dick running to you when he wanted something, no more Dick begging Bruce to fix the railing so he can balance on it again, no more Dick begging Alfred to a make his favorite dinner (Mac and cheese) No more Dick.
 It was sad. You were sad, Bruce was sad, and Alfred was sad. You three were all adjusting to life without Dick in your home every day and night. Sure he called, almost everyday,
”Mom how do I use a can opener?”
 “Do I put the stove on 350 or 360 degrees?”
 “Yeah, yeah I meant oven” but it wasn't the same. 
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One night, After Bruce was finished meeting Gordon, and going over the new riddler case. He finds himself driving back there, where it happened. He doesn't do it often but some nights he can't stop himself.
 You know about his drives to Crime Alley and what it does to him, when he comes home and his usual aura of broodiness increases and the bad memories and thoughts come back, but your always there for him when he's ready to talk, with open arms and soothing words, that's what makes him choose to actually go to Crime Alley. The promise you'll be there for him when he comes home.
Your his home.
 He parks the Bat-mobile and gets off and patrols the area for an hour, scaring off criminals and watching over the innocent people of the neighborhood, if he can even call it that, before he decides he should stop torturing himself and makes his way back into the car.
He’s walking towards the car when he sees it. Little stick like legs sticking up underneath the Bat-mobile. Immediately he’s on alert, someone is trying to mess with the Bat-mobile. It’s upon closer inspection and him slowly walking towards the car when he sees that the person is trying to.....trying to steal the tires! Oh... You’d love this.
 He's ready to yell at the person trying to steal from him when he hears a small gasp. He looks towards the tire to see the skinniest boy he’s ever seen with a tire iron in his hand and grime all over his face looking up at him with fear in his eyes. It’s at this moment he wishes he chose to wear a less intimidating costume, because the fear and worry in the little boys eyes make this heart twist. “what are you doing?” He speaks in an unusually soft voice. well as soft as she can while being Batman.
 The boy nervously swings the tire iron in his hand up at bruce. Shocked but quick, bruce catches it before it hits his face and rips it out of the little boys hand. The gangly kid realizing he’s weaponless scrambles up from the ground to his feet and stumbles off into an alley yelling obscenities. Bruce still reeling from the “attack” follows the kid and corners him in the alley way. He asks again in his “Batman voice” this time.
“What are you doing?”
The intimidation obviously spooks the kids because the next thing Bruce knows is the little boy is stuttering out an apology and slides his eyes around not looking at Bruce, he assumes he's too nervous to make eye-contact because when he squats down towards the little boy’s height, he scrambles back into the wall. His eyes widened and his face scrunches up like he is anticipating a hit. Yeah, this hurts. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"
 The little boy looks up at him with cautious and disbelieving eyes. “How-how do I know you ain’t lying?……..I was going to hit you?” He’s looking at Bruce likes he’s insane. He was going to steal his tires and hit him. Why isn't he upset?!
 “Because that's not what I do.”
The skinny kids silent disbelief tells Bruce what he thinks of that answer.
 “What if I show you something to make you trust me?” he can't believe he’s going to do this. This kid was gonna swing on him with a tire iron. For some reason he admires the action, rather than judging it. The boy looks up at him with disbelief swimming in his eyes before slowly nodding. Bruce takes a deep breath in and hopes he won't regret this, something tells him he won't. He takes off his cowl.
 And looks up towards the boy and hearing his loud gasp makes his lips curl up. “Your- You're..... You're Bruce Wayne! OH MY GOD NO WAY!” 
“okay kid.....settle down ju-”
 “I mean I knew he had to be someone but you? well I never though it be you!” 
he doesn't know if he should be offended or not he chooses to ignore it....for now, he’ll talk to you about it later.
 “Trust me now?” The little boy smiles a big smile,
 “Oh Yeah! definitely now” Bruce puts back his cowl on and asks the boy again. “what were you doing with the Bat-mobile?”
 All traces of a smile wipes off his face and Bruce wants to take the question back because now he's nervous, 
“Ahhh about that, sorry mister I...I s- shouldn't have done that. It’s just if I came back to my... neighborhood with the bat-mobiles tires....I would get a lot of money, and you see I need the money and yeah. YEAH! So sorry for trying to hit you, i was just scared. I’m really really sorry, so yeah and I won’t take your tires again promise.”
 He says it with such honesty Bruce believes him. He reminds him of you. “what’s your name?” Bruce chooses to ask instead of continuing the conversation about tires, it seems to be a good idea because the little boy sheepishly smiles and whispers his name “Jason. Jason Todd” 
It’s fitting Bruce thinks. he can't help but want to keep talking the kid and asks him the question that he definitely knows the answer to, “Are you hungry Jason?” His stomach growls, and they both release soft laughs.
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Bruce is late. He usually is back around 2 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. but it’s now three thirty in the morning and you're getting worried. You’re walking down the steps to the bat cave when you hears the engine of the Bat-mobile in the distance. You sigh out of relief of him being okay and on his way, but also ready to yell at him for being late and making you stay up. (you can't fall asleep without him) 
He pulls up into the “driveway” and gets out and just as you're about to yell at him you look down to see a small set of shoes peeking out beneath his cape. Little shoes. Oh, what did he do?
Confused you look towards Bruce for answers to see him looking anywhere but you, suddenly hesitant. Narrowing your eyes you ask the question, “Bruce who’s shoes do those belong to and is there a little someone behind you?” You ask in a silly voice. Hoping to ease whoever is hiding behind your husband.
Bruce huffs out a breath and squats down. Still shielding someone from you. You hear him whispering and it’s when you hear a soft whisper back. Bruce turns his body towards you extending his arm out, you grab it and squat down to his level, “This is Jason” 
You turn your head to see a little boy with the darkest hair and lightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and looking at you nervously almost scared of your reaction to him. You softy smile in return and you can visibly see his shoulders drop in relief. You turn towards Bruce with questions in your eyes.
 “Brought him here to stay the night.” You raise your eyebrows out of shock and a happiness that your turn your head back to the 10 year old boy and smile.
 “Hi, I'm Y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you Jason” He smiles back and you think you haven't seen anything more adorable and speaks with the cutest Gotham accent you've ever heard, “it’s nice to meet you too Y/n, it’s okay I stay with you and B?” B awee, Bruce already has a nickname. Makes you want one.
 “Of course Jason, in fact Alfred just made cookies today and I'm sure we can heat them up? do you want to come with me upstairs?” 
He looks up at bruce for approval and you can't help but feel your heart melt in your chest. Bruce nods and sends him a small smile, and Jason whips his head to you and quickly nods his head. You let out a loud laugh and stand up and hold out your hand for him to take, he slowly takes you hand and that’s when you feel warmth spread through your body. His little fingers curling around yours. Makes you think of Dick when he was younger.
It’s barley been five minutes and this kid has you hooked. You don't think you’ll let him go until he gives you a nickname too. And even then you don't think you’ll want to let go.
You lead him upstairs talking his ear off about how good Alfred’s cookies are and how much he’ll like them, and it’s when he shyly asks if there's chocolate chip, you gasp and exclaim “OF COURSE there’s chocolate chip cookies jay!” you don't even notice the name slipped out of your mouth but Jason does and he smiles and lets out a loud laugh, he talks more with you after that.
Bruce knows you’ll have questions and he’ll definitely answer them, but watching you two completely ignore his existence and walk off into your own word in the five minutes of meeting each other, he knows he made the right decision when it came to bringing Jason back home.
 He quickly showers and changes into a t-shirt and sweats and walks up to the doorway of the kitchen to see you two both smiling and laughing, it makes him feel warm inside and he can't wait for Jason to be living with you guys permanently. And when you catch his eyes in the doorway and smile. He knows for sure he made the right choice.
Hope y’all enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated -yella <;33
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trnqulitybase · 2 years
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what it would be like to date edward nashton:
ok ok,, i think i should first apologize for the fact that i changed tenses in the middle but wtvr
- OBVIOUSLY you met at the diner. You'd both noticed each other but it had taken months for you to finally go up to him and say hello. He'd been guarded at first but secretly, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He was drawn to you. You were all he could think about at all times and it bothered him how distracting you were.
- You two would end up meeting regularly at the diner, talking for hours. There was something behind his eyes. A sort of fiery, passionate look that appeared whenever you discussed politics or mentioned the riddler.
- It didn't bother you though, in fact, it drew you to him even more. There was definitely more to him than he let on and you wanted to find out who he really was behind his carefully constructed facade.
- After a few months, you asked him on a date. He seemed SO confused when you asked; as if he couldn't believe someone could possibly want to go on a date with him. But of course, he agreed. Your first date wasn't even really much of a date, things weren't really conventional when it came to edward, or "eddie" as you had come to call him.
- after you start dating he gets really clingy, if he's not with you he's calling or texting you to make sure you're ok or ask you what you're doing. of course he already knows, but he wants to hear it from you. when you're together at home he loves to cuddle and he'll curl up in your lap like a cat, except,, edward underestimates how tall he is and how long his legs are so he always positioned a bit awkwardly.
- he will dissapear for a few days or weeks at a time, giving no explanation as to why. he'll then show up at your door, with a crazy look in his eyes.
- after a while, you figure out that he's the riddler and he dissapears less and less. Now that you know his secret there's really no point in hiding anything from you. In fact, he prefers it this way. Edward never really liked hiding anything from you.
- As the riddler, he's much more confident and possessive, but as edward, he's gentler, more shy.
- sometimes, he'll write you love notes in the form of riddles.
hehehe ok enjoy ur new scenarios 2 fall asleep 2 baes <3
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