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spacedace · 8 months

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Had an idea, thought I'd make it a prompt, 3k+ words later realized this wasn't a prompt anymore but a ficlet 🙃

Anyway, here's the first almost 2k of Talia being a good parent and deciding to not go with either Bruce or Ra's and go off and do her own thing and raise Damian and oops she got attached to Jason while checking in on Bruce and saved him from dying in Ethiopia. & now has 2 sons lol

When her Beloved and her father demanded Talia make a choice, of who she would choose, she didn't hesitate.

She chose neither of them. She chose her child. She chose herself.

Outwitting both Ra's al Ghul and Batman was no simple feat. They were both brilliant, relentless and with endless resources at their command. It was why their clashes were as devastating as they were. Immovable objects and unstoppable forces the both of them. If there was something they wanted, it was something they would have.

But not her.

They would not have her.

She had her own networks, her own people, her own keen intelligence and sharp cunning. It took time - time she really didn't have - and a great deal of pain and loss, but she slipped them eventually. Shrugged off the shroud of who she had been - who she was made to be - and stepped confidently into her new life.

Her son was born nine days after her freedom had finally, fully been assured.

He was small and perfect in every way. Soft and warm cradled close to her chest, unblemished by the cruelty of the world as he slept soundly in her arms. Even as exhausted as she was after such a long labor, she couldn't bring herself to sleep. Her attention narrowed down entirely on his every quiet breath, his downy soft hair, his round peaceful face.

In the weeks that followed his eyes would shift and change from a newborn's blue to her own green. It would take years before she could know if he inherited any of his father's features, but that was fine. He was hers and hers alone.

She named him Damian.

In another life she would name him with her father in mind. That her son would rise as Heir to the Demon and conquer the world. That he'd stand as ruler of all.

In this one, she named him with hope in her heart that what he would master was his own life. That he would never be forced to bow to the will of anyone else. To be made to act as servant or puppet. Let him tame his fate into something good and kind and happy.

She did her best to give him the life he deserved.

Lavished him with all her love and affection. Gave him everything he could ever want or need. The friends she began making for herself - not just trusted allies, but friends - laughed that she would spoil him rotten. It was probably true, but she didn't have it in her to care.

Her son would have the childhood he would have been denied if raised raised in the home of either of their fathers. Her father would have demand harsh lessons and frightened obedience and impossible standards. Damian's would have tried - she knew her Beloved would have tried - but his heart would always be for his city first and all else, even his children, second.

Talia kept tabs on both of them, covertly. Ensured she always kept a healthy distance from anything that involved her father or his people. Gathered stories of her Beloved's exploits to share with her son when he was old enough to hear them.

It gave her insight on just what choosing her Beloved would have meant. Reassured her that while not choosing her father had been the right choice, choosing her Beloved would have been the wrong one.

Bruce Wayne was a good man. Brilliant and driven with his kind heart and admirable goals. Breathtaking in his skill and ability.

Disappointing in his parenting skills.

Talia knew she was lacking as a parent herself. That her own upbringing had left its scars and that try as she might she'd undoubtedly end up doing the same to her own child over the years. But she always pushed herself hard towards improving, in making herself better for the tiny boy that she loved more than anything else. And she felt satisfied that in the very least that when presented with options on how her and her son's life would be, she'd made the one that was best for Damian.

Not the life of an assassin or a vigilante, but the life of a child.

A child who was taught some of the skills of both the worlds she'd turned her back on, admittedly, but only ever for his own protection. Damian was safer knowing how to hide, how to escape, how to fight. She had done her best, but there was always the looming threat that they might be found one day. She needed to be sure he was ready, if that time ever come.

She didn't teach him the way she was taught.

When her son fumbled or failed she gently corrected him. Walked him through what he'd done wrong, how he could improve. Made a game out of the experience so that he came running up to her on toddling feet with bright eyes begging that they have a lesson. His excitement and delight in it all made him a better student then her fear and desperate need for her father's approval and affection.

There was a day she caught sight of him, all of four years old, tiny face scrunched in a look of concentration as he practiced the form she'd taught him the day before with his small, wooden practice sword. Some of his father's features lingered at the edges of his face, but he'd deepened his resemblance to her by picking up her mannerisms and expressions. Her son, going through the same steps and motions she had when she'd been his age, little body wobbling as he turned to fast before plopping on the ground with a tiny oof.

Talia had small silver scars on the back of her hands, so thin and so old as to nearly be invisible anymore. They burned all the same as she recalled herself stumbling in nearly the same way. Stomach churning as she remembered the terror she'd felt as her instructor had snatched her up by her hair and drug her over to a low table, holding her hands in place with a massive hand. The way she'd bit her lip hard enough that her mouth filled with blood as he struck her with the thin lash, knowing that if she cried the punishment would be all the worse.

Damian only blinked his big green eyes and scowled the same way she did whenever something of minor importance didn't go the way she wanted it to. Then he saw her standing there in the doorway watching him and his face lit up, bright as the son and just as beautiful as he jumped to his feet and darted over to her. Tiny hand clinging to the loose fabric of her pant leg as he begged her show me again Mama!

It was moments like that where she knew beyond any shadow of a doubt she'd made the right choice.

Her father would have broken her brilliant, kind hearted son. Would have done to him what was done to her to forge Damian into a weapon.

Her beloved...

He would never hurt her son like that. Not the way her father and his loyal followers would. But she couldn't ignore the fact that Damian would still be hurt all the same under his father's tutelage.

Talia knew the man she loved well. Adored his strengths, but was not blind to his flaws. He kept his heart well guarded, hidden behind imposing walls of silence and razor wire of words he didn't truly mean. Still kind, but horribly distant when it came to those he cared for most. It shielded him some, perhaps, but it left those who loved him feeling lost and alone.

She saw how Dick Grayson had grown over the years. Tall and clever and lonely and bitter. Fighting for independence, for acknowledgement, for his father to speak words of love and respect. Things Bruce felt but almost never said unless he thought things were dire.

She saw too how the heavy weight of her Beloved's priorities weighed up on his second son.

Young Jason Todd who saw magic in the harsh world he'd been drawn into and desired to be the protection for others that he never had growing up. She saw much of herself in him, though he faced the world with far more hope than she had at his age. He was a bright boy with a good heart that had weathered a harsh upbringing that Talia could sympathize with. There was a familiar anger in him too, broiling just beneath the surface, flaring up and burning him as much as everyone else when triggered.

Most of all though Talia could see the desperate loneliness that had marred her own life in the boy. The soul deep fear of abandonment. The painful desire for love from a father that always seemed to stay at arm's length who spoke rarely of affection and often of missions to be completed.

She kept a close eye on her Beloved's second Robin.

When he left for Ethiopia, searching for family in a stranger that had already given him up, she'd followed.

Jason only ever wanted family and love. A good boy, bright and fierce and brave. A boy Talia saw a lot of herself in, who faced the world with such determined brightness in spite of the pain and hardship he'd known.

Shelia Haywood took that boy that Talia had grown so fond of, took his trust and his love and crushed it beneath her heel. Callously handed him over to the Joker without a second thought. As if he was disposable, as if he was nothing more than a puppet to use and toss away when it suited her.

Talia had risked everything when she'd decided she would not choose either her father or her Beloved. She'd turned her back on her entire life, everything that had ever been and ever could be on either side. She spent months running, hiding, fighting and killing, in orchestrating a plan that could outwit and outmaneuver the two most brilliant men she knew. And she'd done it all so that her son could live free, as master of his own life.

Jason Todd had come to Ethiopia looking for a mother.

Talia, with blood on her hands and a burning warehouse behind her as she carried his broken body to safety, made sure he found one.

#batman #batman au #talia al ghul #damian al ghul #damian wayne #jason todd #talia al ghul is a good parent #good parent talia al ghul #protective talia al ghul #jason doesn't die #Talia ends up catching Bruce's adoption habit oops #Bruce isn't a bad parent in this exactly #he's just not a good parent either #he loves his kids but his priorities are fucked up and his communication skills are worse than a literal rock's #I just have a lot of feelings about the abstract parallels that you could find between Talia & Jason #And about how Talia could be the mother that doesn't abandon or betray him #believe it or not I think I make this a dpxdc thing #got ideas about introducing Jazz to this whole mess lol #we'll see what happens #Jason - terribly concussed coming to in a private jet with Talia casually reading across from him #Jason: Am I being kidnapped?#Talia - gently and reassuringly: Oh no no no #Jason: Can I leave?#Talia: No.#Damian is gonna lose his damn mind over getting a big brother #Jason was gonna try and escape and go back to Gotham but Damian is just so cute? And loves him so much? And Talia is being so nice?

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bluejaysandblackbats · 23 days

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Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 18/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Immortal Jason Todd, League of Assassins Jason Todd, Protective Talia al Ghul, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Jason Todd Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Hurt/Comfort, Adopted Children, Resurrected Jason Todd

Chapter Eighteen: Fool's Conecap

Ra’s provided Jason with the address. It was near his old apartment, but it was uncharacteristically modern compared to the run-down buildings in Park Row. A white picket fence surrounded the house. A painful feeling struck Jason in his chest once he realized where he was. A group home. Jason did everything he could to avoid group homes after his mother passed, and a dreadful fear passed over him as he approached the front door. A small boy with taped glasses answered the door. “Who are you?” the small boy questioned.

“How are they treating you here?” Jason asked. The small boy shrugged. “They’re beating you up, huh? I used to get beat up, too.”

“It’s not that bad… Three hot meals a day,” the small boy replied.

“Well, if you want something more than that…” Jason wrote down a number and slipped it into the boy’s cast. “There are ways out of your situation,” Jason suggested. “Now tell the one in charge I’m here for the file.”

The boy shut the door, and a woman answered shortly after. She handed him a thick file, but she didn’t let go. “Are you Jason?” the stern-faced woman asked. Jason studied her face, grimacing when he saw something he didn’t like. He didn’t trust her. “You look like him… Willis used to give me that same look when he was a boy.”

Jason snatched the file from her. “Keep a better eye on your boys. It’d be a shame if someone shut you down for child abuse,” Jason muttered.

“Good luck proving—.”

Jason stepped so close their noses nearly touched. “You’re right... I have awful luck. It’s more likely you’d have a horrible accident,” Jason threatened.

Jason wanted to kill her right there, but she knew his father… And that was worth looking into. “You’re welcome to try it, Shrimp,” the woman replied. Jason swallowed his anger before walking away.

The file was his assignment, and he didn’t have the time for side quests. He took the file, called a cab to the outskirts of Gotham, and hiked the rest of the way to the jet. To his surprise, Saru sat in a lawn chair outside the jet, silently reading. “What are you doing here?” Jason asked.

Saru smiled at him. “We haven’t gone on our date yet,” Saru smiled.

“I thought you said—.”

“I did… But I realized this is where you come from. I thought we could have an adventure of our own here. Ra’s said it’d be alright,” Saru replied. Jason felt a knot in his stomach. “Go put those files away… And then you can show me around.”

Jason started toward the jet, but something stopped him in his tracks. “I’m going to change first,” Jason replied. Saru nodded, waiting outside while Jason searched for something to wear. She distracted him from his disdain for the city. He hopped off the jet and scratched his head. “Sorry for the wait, Saru.”

Saru smiled and took his hand. Jason smiled. “I understand your feelings about Gotham… But I want to see your home. It’ll help me understand you,” Saru explained. Jason blinked hard as they hiked to the outskirts of the forest. While they walked, Jason described his interaction with the woman. But he withheld the parts about her knowing his father. “Want me to kill her?”

Jason laughed. “I mean it. I could easily kill her for you,” Saru offered.

“I know, but you don’t have to. I’ll handle the old witch when it’s time. Does Damian know you’re here?” Jason questioned. Saru swung his hand.

“Who do you think asked me to go? He worries. Damian doesn’t like that you go on missions alone,” Saru replied, “But don’t tell him I told you that.”

The car picked them up, and Jason immediately fell asleep. Saru chuckled gently. “How long have you kids been together?” the driver asked.

“Oh, um—. This is our first date,” Saru answered.

“Okay, nice. Is it looking good for him so far?” the driver smirked as he adjusted her rearview mirror.

Saru squinted. “We’ve been friends for a few months, so yeah. I’m sure we’re gonna go out again,” Saru replied. She stared out the window silently, ignoring the driver for the rest of the ride.

Jason’s eyes shot open once the car parked, and Saru leaned over. “Are we close to your home?” Saru asked.

Jason shook his head. “Let me take you somewhere better,” Jason whispered.

“What’s better than your home?” Saru questioned. Jason grinned as he took her across the street and cut through the park. “Jason, where are we going?”

“Remember when I told you about the perfect sandwich?” Jason asked. Saru nodded. She remembered everything Jason said to her. She squeezed his hand as he led her through the alley to a small sandwich shop crammed between two taller adjoining buildings. “This is the ‘U’.”

Saru smiled as she stood in line with Jason. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I’ll have what you’re having.”

Jason approached the register with rosy cheeks and a sweet smile. Jason ordered the spicy garden burgers with extra sauce and crinkle-cut fries. “I remembered you don’t eat meat. I’ve had every burger on their menu. This one’s one of my favorites,” Jason paused. He wanted to make sure she was interested. “I didn’t get to go last time I was in Gotham, but I’m glad I’m here with you now.”

Saru pressed her forehead to his shoulder, and he squeezed her hand. “Thank you for taking me to your favorite place,” Saru smiled. Jason nodded.

“Thank you for coming with me,” Jason whispered, “Oh! Our sodas.”

They stood by the soda machine while Jason filled their sodas. The man at the counter called their order number several minutes later. They walked to the park with their two large bags and sodas, sitting beside each other on a bench. Saru neatly unwrapped her burger and took a bite. “Mm! Jason!” Saru shouted. Jason smiled as he bit into his and shut his eyes. They took a second bite, and Saru wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb. Jason finished chewing and swallowed hard. Saru leaned in, and Jason met her halfway, pausing when their noses touched.

“I haven’t ever—.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Saru whispered. And then Saru kissed him. Jason pulled back, startled at first. “Is this too much?”

“No,” Jason whispered, “I—. Could I kiss you again?”

“I’d like that,” Saru smiled as they touched noses.

Jason giggled as their lips touched, and Jason’s parted as he whispered a warmly sincere, “Wow.”

Saru pecked his lips, nose, and both cheeks. “Our burgers are going to get cold,” Saru chuckled. Jason nodded, and they ate together. “This is delicious.”

“Are we on a date?” Jason asked.

“Yes,” Saru answered.

Jason’s face was red hot as he ate his burger, but Saru didn’t mention it. She didn’t want to embarrass him. “I like that your hair is long… You noticed mine, but I never mentioned how much I loved yours,” Saru grinned.

“Thank you, I like your hair that way… Whenever I see your ribbons, I feel like—. That’s you. That’s how I picture you,” Jason replied. Saru sipped her soda to hide her smile. “Was that a strange thing to say? Saru, I probably—.”

“You’re fine. It’s honest and sweet. That’s why I like you,” Saru replied.

“I should be honest with you about why I’m stalling,” Jason paused, “Shouldn’t I?”

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” Saru replied. And she meant it.

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lily-drake · 1 year

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The Demon’s Queen

Chapter Eleven

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Marinette didn’t have a favorite trainer, she hated all of them. But the one that she hated the least would have to be Hadid. Don’t get her wrong, he was still as cruel and ruthless as the others here, but he was also far more patient and, for lack of a better word, kind than the others. Though there was just something about his presence that always put her on edge. She couldn’t quite place it, but when she walked into the room as saw Hadid just standing there, just his posture alone was enough to give her goosebumps.

“Find two weaknesses in your opponent. Go after one, and when they think they know what weakness you are going for, strike the other.”

He had told her when she lay flat on her back, hand raised down to help her back onto her feet. The contact was nice, it was a kindness she hadn’t felt in a long time, then it was gone, and she was flung across the mats.

Gritting her teeth, she got back onto her feet, by herself, and got back into position.

“Your stance is good,”

Marinette smiled at that, she had been trying to get it right for weeks now.

“If you want to fall over and die a disgrace.”

The joy that was blooming in her chest died just as quickly as it came as she repositioned her footing.

She had finally been let outside for training only two days ago, and she nearly cried when she saw the sun for the first time in who knows how long. It was cold, but she didn’t care, as the scent of the fresh mountain air filled her lungs instead of the stale musty air of the brick and mortar that lined the walls.

Marinette hadn’t seen the boy in a little over a week, that is until he interrupted training that day, with his mother no less. She honestly had no idea he had one, she would have thought that she was dead, and if he had killed her she wouldn’t have been too surprised. But no, that was not the case and now his mother wanted her to have dinner with the two of them, she honestly wanted to die.

“Your defiance against your allies could lead to your demise. Be careful of who you make your enemies.”

Was all Hadid said before she had the urge to duck and roll, and it was a good thing she had otherwise she probably would have been flat on her back as Hadid had moved to attack her. There was an amused smirk on his face, but he didn’t say a word as he continued his swift movements of attack.

__________ Meals with the League were never anything special. It often consisted of brown rice, beans, and sometimes there would be meat with a cup of water for nearly every single meal. Damian often ate the same thing, never caring for other “grand dishes” that others of his station would indulge in. But his mother was here, and Marinette would dine with them which meant that dinner tonight would be different. There were many different curries, seasoned vegetable servings, a few different salad varieties and a few other smaller dishes that Damian had no care to think about. His main concern was how this night was to play out, after all the only time his mother invited another to dine with them it was under special circumstances such as a new deal with many of their allies, a test of some sort, or to trick them to attending what will be the end of their lives. There was always some sort of reason, a strategy, nothing was without a purpose. So what was the purpose of this meeting, if he were to guess it would fall under the test category.

“Did you deliver the garbs Damian?”

His mother asked cooly as she approached him.

“Yes, I had a maid drop them off.”

Talia hummed, tracing a gentle finger down his face.

“You seem tired. What has happened while I was away?”

Damian leaned into his mother’s rare gentle touch before it disappeared completely a few moments later.

“Father is searching for her. I believed that my plan to remove her would work, but it seems that her mother did not believe it and called the Justice League. My spies have reported that he has not found anything yet, but I know it is only a matter of time.”

Talia’s eyes seemed to spark to life at the mention of Father, even after all this time she still loved him deeply. That or it was an obsession that he was unsure would ever leave her.

Before they could continue, the doors to the dining room opened to reveal Marinette in a dark form fitting dress that stretched all the way to her lower thigh that flowed gently around her legs. The mandarin collar of the dress and the ¾ sleeves complimented her figure and would work in her favor if there was an attack from close range weaponry as he knew there were small pieces of micro technology sewn into the dress that would temporarily protect her. If he remembered correctly, it should be made of material similar to her training garments.

Damian stared at her for a few moments, unsure of why the hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end when he made eye contact with her. He approached her almost cautiously, though he knew he had the upper hand even if she had somehow managed to sneak in something. Damian honestly had no idea what to say, he had never been in a situation like this before, but he had observed others who had. So without another word he offered his hand for her to take, and was actually surprised when she took it. From her behavior in the past he wouldn’t have been surprised if she had slapped it away. She never looked at him though, so the probability she was only doing this because his mother was watching was pretty high.

Talia watched both the girl and her son. It was obvious that Marinette was not happy with her predicament, it was obvious that she had a strong dislike for her son especially. Her eyes flicked down to the girl’s left leg, she had watched some of her other sessions with the trainers Damian provided her. In a match with Ruta they had been using sworded canes and Ruta had gotten the curve around Marinette’s leg and pulled. Studying the girl she could see the slight limp, though she hid it well especially as she let Damian lead her to her seat at the long table, a seat on his left where Talia would be sitting at his right.

“Hello Marinette. I wish to discuss the time you have spent here so far. You will not be punished for anything you say, so you may speak as freely as you wish.”

Marinette raised a brow, though she appreciated that they had cut right to the chaise instead of starting with pleasantries.

“I hate it here and I want to go back home.”

Marinette stated firmly, her back straight and her eyes a hard determination.

Talia made a small humming noise, leaning onto her closed fist as she stared at the girl in front of her.

“Unfortunately for you, that is not a decision I am able to make,”

The only tells of disappointment on her face were a small twitch in her brow and a slight dimness in her eyes. Silence filled the space for a few moments, though Talia and Damian seemed unaffected by it as they placed food onto their plates.

“What is happening in Paris?”

Marinette asked, finally breaking the tense silence that had filled the room.

“Yes, I was wondering when you would ask.”

Talia replied almost dismissively as she dabbed her lips with a napkin.

“Your city is perfectly fine. I’ve read the reports and it seems that because your magical terrorist no longer exists, only petty crimes line Paris’s streets. Your parents and friends do not seem to be worried for your safety, they believe that you are partaking in an exchange program. Of course emails in your name are being sent to them, and since we have access to your voice and face, facetimes and phone calls are easy to manipulate.”

Her voice was casual, her face an impassive stone wall. Marinette couldn’t tell if she was lying or telling the truth, but she was not inclined to believe this woman. Marinette watched the woman until she too made direct eye contact with her,

“I can see that you don’t believe me, but it is the truth. The League of Assassins do not do things halfway. I have read through your file Marinette. I know why you are here, and I agree with it. The League could use someone like you, you have great tenacity, you have the mind of a great tactician, and from your training I’ve witnessed I can see the potential. I know that you do not wish to be here, but the League can make you into something more than you ever thought you could be.”

“What if I do not wish to be like you? What if I wished to live a normal life when Hawkmoth was defeated?”

Talia didn’t laugh, but the amused smirk on her lips might as well have been her version of the sound.

“You are the Grand Guardian of many magical creatures, lived with magic as a part of your being since you first began your teenage years, and finally you have been parading around your city as a hero for that same amount of time. You will never be able to live a normal life, others will find out who you are and they will take you for far more nefarious purposes. Here we offer you training for proper protection, a chance to continue to use your skills, and you are given the opportunity to have power that few will ever be able to hold. I can see the fire in your eyes, I can see that you crave the opportunity to constantly prove yourself, to better yourself. Nowhere else can offer you this, but we are. When we are certain that you are fit, you will be given the opportunity to travel the world, to protect and save others from the darkness that oozes from the darkness, you will be a leader that seeks no praise, but will receive anyways. It is wholly up to you whether or not you will accept this offer, but in order to escape here, you will either have to grow or die.”

With that, Talia finally began to eat her dinner. Once she began, Damian followed, after all it is rude to start before his superior. Marinette bit her lip in frustration. On one side Talia was right. She was the Grand Guardian, she also knew that it would be hard to give up being a hero after so many years. But she could do it, the magic prevented others from knowing her identity, but…magic didn’t solve everything and there were other more powerful magic users around. Her city was apparently safe, her family and friends weren’t in danger anymore, and nearly all of the Miraculous were here, the others hiding in her room. She would need to find a way to get those back sooner than later, but if everything she said was true, which she doubted, then the only problem was that she needed to retrieve the jewels.

“Please eat Marinette, it would be best for you to keep your strength up.”

Damian quietly said, the first he had said to her all evening. It wasn’t strange per se as he wasn’t very social, but it was still a little off as he probably would have asked her how her training was going despite already knowing from the meetings he had with her trainers. Giving him a side eye, slowly she began to dish food onto her plate and eat with them. She hated to admit it, but this was the best food she had eaten in a long time. Talia’s words continued to echo through her mind, and though she loathed to admit it, parts of what she said were right. She would never forgive Damian for dragging her into this against her will, but maybe, maybe she could do something good here if they let her. Just maybe.

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singswan-springswan · 3 months

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loving the concept of divine entity Talia specifically within the scope of her role as a mentor and teacher. She's that higher power you can learn from and grow under and if your perform well enough to impress her, she will be loyal to you her child ouagh

#can you tell I'm preferential towards good parent talia #i subscribe to the Talia-adopts-Jason-without-question spin on things #talia al ghul #good parent talia al ghul

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psychologeek · 1 year

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so, I try the angstpril 2023 [Jason writes during his world muordertour.]

I'm not sure why I am doing it. But it's night (well, morning) and those memories lay heavy on my shoulders.

I think I had a blog before, I think (some things I still can't remember) There's a good feeling when I think of that.

These thoughts, My mind keeps running. I'm a volcano about to explode I'm a train wreck, driving endlessly off rails.

for the full:

[plz help me think of some replies\rb?]

#Jason's world murder tour #Diary/Journal #Lost Days-Era Jason Todd #Good Parent Talia al Ghul #poem #all sorts of writings #Jason Todd-centric #angstpril 2023 #jason todd #batman #red hood #robin #angstpril2023 #day 7 #day 7: Sleepless Nights #Sleepless Nights

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mirawwis · 3 months

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'why?'

#good parent talia or i'm biting #jason todd #talia al ghul #dc #dc comics #my art

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 104

Danny finds himself reincarnating, giving it a try so to say. A new start of sorts, though he knows that Tucker will also be somewhere in the world and Sam will be keeping an eye whenever she’s not working on her uh, internship with Overgrowth.

He somehow, despite being in a world of heroes and villains, ends up reincarnating into some sort of assassin cult. Apparently he is keeping the Fenton luck despite a new life. Along with his white hair from his ghost form. Which is understandable with how there’s an ecto-pool in the room over.

He’s pretty sure his father is a fruitloop too, maybe. Well, technically he was a fruitloop for a human, but again. Ecto-pool that he was apparently taking dips in. At least this time he has some baby sisters- even if the toddler one keeps trying to stab him.

Honestly, feels like home.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #Danny is Dusan Al Ghul #He thinks he's *hilarious*#as a reminder Dusan is known as the white ghost #Danny is loyal to Ras because he reminds him of a mixture of his parents and Sam #Also he apparently reincarnated before Tucker so he'll be waiting #Might as well help along this assassin cult for the lols #Danny: Oh my ancients I have nephews and nieces now #Danny pointing at Jason: Hey Talia are you gonna keep that or can I bundle them up in blankets #Danny: I am loyal to Ras except for my adorable siblings and baby nephews #Danny: I shall channel my inner Jazz #The White Ghost kicking down a door: AYO WASSUP FUCKERS #Everyone else: Wtf #The other Al Ghuls: Yes hello Dusan we see you we love you can you please commit a murder now #Danny: I am doing so good at big brothering (a completely normal thing to want a good grade in)#lazarus pits

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aethertetsuya · 11 months

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DP x DC 💡 ♻️

Parent Swap

A Desiree Wish gone wrong (?) or maybe the kids had enough and decides to do something about their respective parents.

The Wayne kids had enough of Talia and Bruce relationship so they put them in a Parent Swap TV program. Brucie has no choice. Talia just wants to grant her habibi's birthday wish.

The Fentons are running a bit low on cash since they ended their GIW contracts. So when the idea of getting a "vacation/research" opportunity to Gotham appears, they take it. The catch is its a Parent Swap Program.

Let chaos begin.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #damien wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #talia al ghul #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #they are good parents just bad at parenting

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lewoooooo · 10 months

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There are too many pictures in the last post, so keep posting them

The story about last picture:

#my art #dc fanart #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #the batman #battinson #bruce wayne is a good parent #give him the kids and make him a father #talia al ghul #brutalia #talia al ghul is a good parent #son of the demon #batfam

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devine-fem · 4 days

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No because Damian angst could be so much more interesting if it wasn’t “Oh, thank GOD, Damian’s white saviors took him away from that awful, cruel and wicked pseudo mom Talia, oh thank god that he has Selina Kyle now!” and instead talked about how Damian was proned to violence since the moment he could walk and make noises with his mouth and was taught never to feel emotions THEN it goes to oh, son, you’ve made the choice to be with me so let me show you how to cope with that… with more violence as a pattern of unhealthy coping mechanisms instilled in you and me at a young age and you can show emotions! buuuut you have to wear this suit and take on a whole other identity then when out of the suit you have to wear a facade so no one truly knows about the suit in the first place and this won’t be confusing for a child at all! … Bruce Wayne.. what? And oh, this guy who thinks you’re a responsibility and generally vexing is going to take you under his wing because he thinks no one else can deal with you otherwise and you get a little close but eventually he hurts and abandoneds you as well but now you’re on good terms because the narrative has decided that no one can wrong you except the only person who loved you at first (Talia, the only person who thought it’d be a good idea to take you out of their lives in order to keep you away from this exhausting path of violence and masking) but it’s fine! … Okay, Dick… and then you’re fighting with your brother because he’s jealous of you taking his place and he calls you worthless, unworthy of love and your mantle and unworthy of your fathers trust… Okay, Tim…? Does anyone wanna love Damian for Damian and not love him only when its convenient to their own personal mission please? No?

NO ONE REALIZES THAT ITS NOT ABOUT DAMIAN NOT BEING AN AL GHUL! BEING AN AL GHUL DOESNT MAKE HIM EVIL! ITS NOT ABOUT HOW HE’S TREATED BY HIS FAMILY. ITS THAT CHOICE!! Damian needs to make more choices for himself instead of living by some destiny and going by whatever everyone else expects of him! His heart is good and worthy and he doesn’t need to be an Al Ghul or a Bat to figure that out! He needs to make more choices to be the best version of himself he can be but we’re too busy demonizing the Al Ghuls in fandom and in comics to realize that!!!

#AGH LIKE PLEASE I BELIEVE IN GOOD DAD BRUCE THOUGH I SWEAR… at least for damian #he has done bad things to damian in the past just aghh #i also like dick and damians relationship but jesus guys he is NOT his father #this might surprise you but GASP he has two parents alread and is not the adopted one #this was way longer than needed jesus #damian wayne #batfam #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #damian wayne meta #dc comics #dick grayson #batman #rant #THE FACT THAT HE WANTED TO BE BETTER SHOWS THAT BUT THE WRITERS WONT LET HIM DO MOREEE AHH WEVE ALOST THE PLOT

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spicy-apple-pie · 8 months

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Queens slaying in their girlboss meeting

#please note that the caption is purely meant ironically #batman #superman #dc comics #supersons #lois lane #talia al ghul #in all seriousness #i would love to see a comic of them hanging out #they would totally gossip #good parent talia al ghul #good mom talia al ghul

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girluimfailing · 23 days

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I feel like some of yall forget that Damian was spoilt to death and treated like a prince, which is where his snarky bratty personality comes from. Remove that and you remove a core of Damian's character. It makes no sense.

#also you can be abused without the 2D villain physical abuse #and recently all the racist writing does is make the al ghuls 2D villains #sad because in the newer writing for talia at least she's shown to be a good parent or at least like; not BAD at best #theyre trying to improve her writing but fanon loves to make her evil to lift up the male or yt characters #damian wayne #ras al ghul #talia al ghul

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Lily of the Valley

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason Todd dies and comes back to life. As the League takes him in, he navigates his morality and family values over the years.

Chapters: 16/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Chapter Sixteen: Tobacco Jasmine

One night in the infirmary, Saru had a nightmare, and Jason limped over to her bed to wake her. He clutched his side with one arm and held a book in the other. "Saru? Can I—? Saru," Jason nudged her. She took a sharp breath and opened her eyes, smiling once she made his face out in the dark.

"Did I wake you?" Saru asked. Jason shook his head. He'd been awake for hours. He raised his book and Saru nodded, allowing Jason to sit beside her on the bed.

"My neighbors, you remember the dawn of youth with pleasure and regret its passing," Jason read. Saru inched closer to him and looked into his eyes. He stammered, swallowing hard before taking a breath, and continued the story. Saru didn't mind. She found his reading voice to be warm and sweet. Jason would stop in between pages to glance at her to see if he'd lost her interest. The novel was short, but Jason read it in a way that made it feel real. "Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman."

Saru wanted to kiss him, but she knew he was far too shy for such an outward display of affection. His innocence would not allow it, so she lay her head on his shoulder and smiled. Jason stopped and offered a soft hum of approval. The sun rose on the horizon, illuminating the infirmary as the tale came to its tragic end. Jason looked at Saru and her closed eyes before moving toward the edge of the bed. "Don't go," Saru whispered. Jason sat in place. "I was listening."

"Did you like it?" Jason questioned. Saru nodded.

"Jason, can I tell you something? You have to promise not to be self-conscious," Saru gently spoke as she reached for his hand.

"I'll try not to," Jason answered.

"Have you ever noticed the light your eyes give off in the dark? It's not human," Saru pointed out. Jason blinked hard and looked at her. "I don't think it's strange... It's actually stunning. You're like a moonflower. You look so beautiful at night." Jason let her hold his hand, and she nestled close to him, so close he could smell the spiced floral scent in her hair.

"Thank you. Saru, you have a beauty that most people only see once in their entire lives. Every time I look at you, I feel you've given me a gift," Jason smiled.

Saru squeezed his hand. "I think I can rest now," Saru whispered, "Unless you'd like to talk." Jason shook his head and made a soft noise.

"No... You should rest. I should go speak with my mother. I haven't seen her since the match," Jason replied as he stood up. She let go of his hand and turned her face away. Jason walked down the hall, careful not to make noise and alarm the nurses.

He crept into Talia's room and nudged her. Talia sat up and smoothed his hair back. "What are you doing out of the infirmary?" Talia asked. Jason smiled. Talia hadn't seen him that happy in years. "What is it?"

"Could I ask your permission for something?" Jason questioned.

Talia knit her brows together. He'd never asked her permission for anything before. "Go ahead," Talia replied with caution.

"Well, I'm nearly sixteen now... And I-. I'd like you to know I've never requested anything else... And I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't sure it was what I wanted—."

"Little one," Talia interrupted, "Don't agonize. It's not becoming." She chuckled as she held his face in her palms.

"Could I go on a date?" Jason asked. Talia's eyes widened.

"With who? Where?" Talia questioned. Jason's cheeks went rosy.

"I'd like to share a meal with Saru... Something special. At the end of the month," Jason answered, "Mama?"

Talia nodded. "Jason, can I ask you something?" Talia whispered as she climbed out of bed. Jason sat next to her. "Is it serious?"

Jason cocked his head. "Are you asking if I've kissed her?" Jason questioned. Talia smiled and kissed Jason's forehead.

"Have you told her that you like her?" Talia questioned. Jason nodded.

"Last night, I sat with her and read her a book," Jason described, "Then the sun came up while we held hands, and Mama... Mama, I haven't felt at peace in so long, but I felt like a teenager. I don't think I've ever felt like a teenager, and now I'm nearly sixteen... My teenage years will be over soon."

"You're right. Jason, I give you my permission to go on a date with Saru... But promise me one thing," Talia whispered.

"Anything, Mama," Jason whispered. Talia embraced him, and he clenched his fists to keep from wincing.

"No matter how old you get, you will always be my little one," Talia replied. Jason hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I promise, Mama," Jason whispered.

"Now go back to the infirmary. It's almost time for breakfast," Talia commanded. Jason chuckled and winced as he stood up and returned to the infirmary. Saru was completely unconscious by that time, and Damian sat next to Jason's empty bed.

"Gē? Where have you been?" Damian questioned.

"I missed Mama... Damian, what are you doing here?" Jason asked. Damian climbed into Jason's bed and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I thought you were lonely," Damian replied. A nurse entered and woke Saru before serving breakfast to Jason and Saru. Saru opened her eyes and glanced over at Damian.

"Good morning, bābu," Saru whispered. Damian grinned at her.

"Good morning, Saru... Are you and Jason friends now?" Damian asked. Saru nodded.

"He's a nice boy... Damian, can you believe your brother read to me last night?" Saru whispered excitedly. Damian laughed.

"No, not Gē," Damian shook his head.

"He did. He's an excellent storyteller," Saru replied. Damian glanced at Jason.

"Jason likes romance novels," Damian announced.

"Di!" Jason chastised him. His face reddened, and he couldn't bear to look up out of embarrassment.

Saru smiled. "It's a rare trait for someone as strong as Jason to be a romantic... His natural inclination towards empathy is a desirable trait. Not everyone is like that," Saru replied. Jason couldn't look up even if he wanted to. Jason wasn't used to commendation, especially in a romantic sense.

Damian leaned toward Jason to whisper in his ear. "Grandfather mentioned you at dinnertime last night," Damian confessed, "He said good things."

Jason kissed the top of Damian's head. "Should I speak with him?" Jason questioned. Damian nodded.

"He has to go away soon," Damian replied. Jason's appetite left him.

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The Demon’s Queen

Chapter Ten

First <> Previous

The plane ride to Paris was uneventful. It was just himself and Tim, and both were trying to find any clues from their laptops. The sound keys being hit filled the plane until Tim let out a loud sigh of frustration.

“No luck either?”

Bruce asked casually as he turned to face his youngest son.

“No. I’ve been reviewing different security cams for the past three hours and I haven’t found a single thing except how crazy some of the Akuma Attacks were.”

Tim paused for a long moment, his brows furrowed and lips turned down letting his features show how concerned and unsettled he was.

“Some of them were really bad B. Like even worse than the things we’ve seen in Gotham.”

That last comment made Bruce’s lips turn down into a grim frown. To imagine it was only these two kids for so many years without any help. If he had known about the whole situation, he would have been more than happy to lend his support in whatever way they needed. Now, it was too late, and one of the kids was in trouble that could have been avoided if they had known sooner.

“We’ll figure this out Tim. Wayne Enterprises will help the people there in whatever way we’re able to. And Batman and Red Robin will find and bring a hero back home.”

He said gently as he looked his son in the eyes. Tim gave a firm nod, before he turned back to his laptop, continuing whatever it was he was doing with a renewed vigor. Bruce would figure this out, nothing would stop him from finding this child and helping her back home no matter how long it took.

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Damian was born in the shadows, and while some use that metaphorically, for Damin, it was literal. So when he decided to hide in them, they welcomed him like they were the oldest of friends. Damian watched from the shadows as Marinette trained, she had been with the League for a little over a month now, and she was making great progress in that short amount of time. He was sure that she would be just as skilled as his mother in the near future. Speaking of his mother, she was to return from her mission today. He should go, wait for Talia at the entrance, but for some reason he just wanted to watch her movements.

Her face was pinched with both frustration and what appeared to be some sort of self loathing. Her body language showed that she was more open to the critique of Hadid, like she trusted him more than the others here as her body showed she had more of her guard up with them.

He watched as she landed a hit, moving away in one swift movement to avoid Hadid’s counter.

“That move was perfect…that is if your definition of perfect is a ballerina that trips over her own feet.”

A frown marred her lips as she deepened her stance slightly, angling her feet till they were at the proper angle before she attacked again, this time with more force than the last, though this time she was quickly blocked and thrown to the floor.

“Good try, though I’m sure your great-grandmother could have landed that.”

It went on like this for what felt like hours, but as the fighting got faster and harsher, so did the words spoken. Despite that, Hadid never seemed to lose the calm connectedness that was his voice, never did he sound of breath, or exhausted. But there was a gleam in his eyes that seemed to grow, a cruel smile on his lips. Gentle touches that were quickly turned against her, but he never stopped it. Despite the feelings warring in his chest as he observed the anguish that continued to grow in her body language and demeanor, he never stopped it. This was exactly the type of training that he endured, and if she was to become one of his generals she would need to learn that this was the way of The League of Assassins.

“So this is the reason you didn’t greet me MyDemon.”

Damian didn’t jump nor did he flinch, though he wanted to.

“I apologize Mother. I was observing how the training of one of my future generals is going.”

He said as he turned towards his mother, bowing on one knee. He may be the Demon’s Head, but his mother was the reason he was here in the first place, and he would not dishonor her. Talia rested her hand against his hair, the smallest of smiles on her lips before she looked up at watched the match before her.

“The girl?”

She asked softly, removing her hand from his head, a single that he could stand with her.

“Yes.”

Talia hummed as they both stood quietly in the shadows just watching as the girl fought and seemingly failed at every turn.

“She is very skilled, where did she come from?”

“I took her from France. She was the past Ladybug Miraculous holder and apparently the Grad Guardian of the Miraculous Box of Life.”

Not much shocked Talia, but that was news to her. She had thought that all of the monks had died and with the destruction of their temple, the loss of all of the Miraculous and their creatures.

“That girl is the Grand Guardian? She looks far too young according to their customs.”

“The Guardian before her was forced to pass over ownership to her because a villain that was in possession of two of the Miraculous, had captured the past Guardian. I checked, he is of no use to us as he remembers nothing. It is all in my report if you wish to read it, Mother.”

“Yes, I think I will. What did you say her name was again?”

“Marinette.”

“No last name.”

“It is unimportant now, but I believe it was Dupain-Cheng.”

“Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, that name does not set off any alarms. Only time will tell.”

“Indeed.”

“I wish to introduce myself.”

“Of course, Mother.”

And with that, they both emerged from the shadows of the room, putting a pause to the training session.

“My Demon, My Liege.”

Hadid said with a deep bow, but Marinette didn’t bend, simply glaring at him as she panted for breath. She glanced over at Talia, eyes scrunched with slight confusion before they widened slightly in understanding. She was still far too easy to read, hopefully one day they could train her out of that (part of him never wanted her to lose that, he liked being able to read her emotions).

“Marinette, this is my Mother, Talia al Ghul.”

Marinette stood up straight, looking Talia in the eyes with her lips turned down to show her displeasure at the situation. Talia stared back, never wavering. Manyhad tried to stand up mto Talia, none had succeeded, but that didn’t stop this girl from trying. Neither would back down, Talia could tell that much. There was a fire behind her eyes, one that would be very hard to extinguish. She wondered if it was like this before she came here, wondered if it had dimmed at all since she started her training here. The silence seemed to grow as the two just stared at each other, one out of defiance the other with curious examination. A small smirk creeped onto Talia’s lips as she finally broke eye contact first to look at her son.

“I would like her to dine with us tonight, make sure she has something suitable to wear.”

“Of course Mother.”

Damian replied with a short bow as Talia left the room without another word.

He could feel Marinette’s eyes burning into him, if he looked he knew there would be some sort of glare on her face. It didn’t now, he still had time to convince her that The LEague was better for her than anywhere else. His spies had told him that the Bat still hadn’t found anything yet, that they were not suspected. But Damian knew that wouldn’t last much longer. His father was known as “The World’s Greatest Detective” after all. Not to mention the amount of resources he had with the Justice League who were also a part of this case. He was glad that Grandfather had lined the insides of the wall with lead so that no kryptonian could hear what went on here. Without glancing at her he too left the training room. He would get her when it was time, for now he would need to discuss important matters with his mother as well as her last mission.

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