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bet-on-me-13 · 5 months

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Danny was born as a Halfa

So! Jack and Maddie are a little More insane in this.

When studying Ghosts, they become convinced that the only way to defeat the Ghostly Threat is to make a Ghost of their own. One who will fight on their Side. And they do believe that a "Good Ghost" is Possible, but only if fused with a Human to balance out the "Inherent Evil".

So, when Maddie gets pregnant they take the opportunity to try and make one of these theoretical "Halfas" by testing on the Baby in the Womb.

Jazz if Born, and she is not a Halfa. She is merely an extremely Liminal Toddler, so Jack and Maddie consider the experiment a Failure. They raise Jazz as per usual, and then 2 years later Jack and Maddie try again.

They have Danny, and this time he is a True Halfa! They did it! Now all they have to do is turn the Baby into the perfect Weapon against Ghosts!

Danny is raised less like a Baby and more like a Weapon. His Parents still treat him well, and give him some amount of love, but there is never any doubt in his mind that his only purpose in Life is to be the perfect weapon against Ghosts.

The only person who really treats him like something more than a Weapon is Jazz, who likes to sneak into his Room and play with him when they parents are out of the House.

(Later addition: They also have Ellie as a Kid a few years later, but because they messed up the process she is not as Stable as Danny is. She is 4 years younger than he is)

Then, they day he had been preparing for his whole life comes. When he is 10, a Ghost manages to sneak through a Natural Portal into Amity Park, and the Fentons send him to go deal with it as his First Test Run.

But when he gets there, he doesn't find an Evil Ghost bent on killing everyone in town. He finds a Teenage Girl, with blue flaming Hair, crying to herself.

(Idk how long ago Ember died, so lets just assume she died around 6 years before Canon)

He doesn't attack immediately, and when the girl sees him she invites him to sit with her. Against his better judgement, he agrees and sits with her.

She talks to him for a bit, and eventually explained why she was crying. Apparently she only died a few weeks ago and had finally found her way back to the Living World, back home. But when she got there she found that nobody really cared about her Death.

She had died in a House Fire, and because she had spent her entire night waiting for her Boyfriend to show up for a Date, she was too tired to wake up in time to escape.

Her Parents had obviously mourned, but her supposed friends and her boyfriend had hardly cared. In fact, it turned out that her Boyfriend had stood her up because he was cheating on her. So she had run off into the Park and sat down to Cry about it, where Danny had found her.

And Danny is confused.

His entire life, he has heard that Ghosts are Non-Sentient Killing Machines. That they don't feel any emotion aside from Malice. That they aren't People.

But this Girl is as Human as anybody else he has ever known. Perhaps even More Human.

He decides to ignore The Fentons Orders, and lets her go back through the Portal she had come through.

When he gets Home, the Fentons are less than pleased. They are Livid in fact.

Their Perfect Weapon was a Failure after all! It's too much like a Ghost to ever side with the Humans! It's just another Spook!

And they know what to do with Spooks.

They lock him up in the Lab, and decide to cut him open Later to figure out what went wrong.

They'll be successful next time.

Thankfully, their jeers to Danny are heard by Jazz in the other Room, and she doesn't like this one bit. So that night, she takes Danny and Ellie with her and Runs away. They need to get out of Amity Park, out Illinois even. They run and run, sneaking onto Buses, hitchhiking, even jumping on Trains.

Eventually they end up in a place called Gotham City.

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Ages at the end.

Jazz: 12

Danny: 10

Ellie: 6

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Danny is Born a Halfa #The Fentons are Bad Parents #The Fentons are even crazier #Jazz is a Liminal #Danny was born to be a Weapon #Ellie is Danny and Jazz's little sister #She was born a few years after Danny and was born with a Defect that makes her a bit more Unstable than Danny is #Not to the level of completely Liquifying #But she will begin to melt a little if she uses her powers for too long #Now which Character will find them?#A Bat? A Rouge? A Cop? A Civilian?#Maybe Jason?#Maybe Oswald?#Maybe the Commissioner?#Maybe Dr Thompkins?#Also Ember goes back to the Human Realm a few days later to visit her little friend and finds him missing #She overhears a pair of Angry Scientists talking about “turning that half abomination into a pile of spare parts” when they find him #She connects the dots #So now she is racing to find her little friend before those two Insane Scientists do

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inkdrawndreams · 8 months

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Fun Fact: Vampire bats also have grooved tongues. Have fun with that.

#been reading up on different bat species and it is hilarious #man-bat #Kirk Langstrom #Oswald Cobblepot #The Batman 2004 #The Penguin #Batman #DC #sketches #2023 #dreamer draws

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wwprice1 · 2 years

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Dan Mora is an absolute beast!

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hatterhare · 3 months

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various rogues designs!!

(riddler, penguin, scarecrow, two-face)

#dc comics #batman #the riddler #the scarecrow #the penguin #two face #harvey dent #ed nygma #oswald cobblepot #jonathan crane #au #bam!#bat mite and me!#fanart

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atalante241 · 9 months

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Man In Fursuit Throws 10 Year Old Child At Known Businessman Oswald Cobblepot

-Gotham Gazette

#why is it so hard to try to replicate news headlines #batman #dc #batfamily #batfam #bat family #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #batman and robin #robin dick grayson #oswald cobblepot #the penguin dc

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bitsofbats · 12 days

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Batman and Robin #39, 2015 Peter J. Tomasi, Patrick Gleason, Mick Gray, and John Kalisz

#batman and robin #damian wayne #robin #killer croc #waylon jones #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #bootface #bat head

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estuporious · 1 year

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𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘

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nefarious-616-necromancer · 4 months

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mermaidchan05 · 14 days

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Vesuvia Weekly: Taking the First Step

This was originally for the Nightmares and Daydreams prompt, but fits Things that Changed super well, too, so now it's both!

"Nightmares and daydreams" led me to the awkwardness and anxiety that was bound to come with finding a long-lost sibling... and Damian just so happens to have one in Nopal.

About 4,000 words (this one got away from me lol) featuring Damian, Julian, a little bit of Asra, Oswald the bat, and a new friend!

Warnings: mention of canon backstory death, Damian has Worries

(but that's about it, everything ends up very fluffy)

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Asra’s guilt had been obvious when they finally made the connection that Damian might have some family in Nopal. Most of that came from a single very big hint: Mendoza. Damian’s last name.

He’d known his surname for a while now. That had been one of the first things Asra had shared with him when he’d started to reclaim his identity. Even then, it had taken a while for Asra to share. There had, apparently, been a time during Damian’s recovery when Asra had attempted to tell him that exact information and had nearly sent him into a coma.

Damian had gotten much stronger since then. In multiple ways. Including discovering a few more things about his past without collapsing.

Still… by all accounts, actually going to Nopal to find out if he truly did have family there was probably a very bad idea.

But Damian had to know. And he was stubborn enough to try. That didn’t stop the whole ordeal from being utterly terrifying, of course.

Asra had always done their best to help Damian on his quest to reconnect with his past. There was simply very little that they knew, even when it was proven that Damian didn’t always get a debilitating magical migraine when he recovered a memory. Right then, Nopal was the best lead that they had... and that was simply because Damian had found an old clay bowl that had been buried in storage for gods-know how long. According to Asra, the pattern was unique to a pottery shop in Nopal. A shop under the name Mendoza.

“It’s possible you have relatives there,” Asra had said. “I… never made the connection before. I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you?” Damian had asked.

It wasn’t an accusation, just a question spurred by genuine curiosity. It honestly had surprised Damian that his headaches hadn’t simply forced Asra to avoid talking about it. But Asra looked distinctly embarrassed when he answered.

“There are a lot of Mendozas,” said Asra. “Especially in Nopal. It could have been a complete coincidence.”

Damian had to admit that this was a distinct possibility. Still, Mendoza being a relatively common might have meant he had a lot of family out there. Somewhere.

On the other hand… he wasn’t sure what he would do if he had a lot of long-lost family members. Trying to reintegrate himself into an entire extended family that he had completely forgotten about was a daunting thought at the very least. And if it was entirely a coincidence, then they would travel all the way to Nopal for nothing.

He wasn’t sure which idea frightened him more.

It was especially difficult without Asra there to help. Julian absolutely insisted on going with him, which Damian appreciated. And Damian always had Oswald. The little bat went everywhere with Damian. So he wasn’t entirely alone. But it would have been nice to have a Nopal expert around.

Asra had offered to join them on their trip, of course. But the only time Julian could find someone to cover for him at the clinic happened to coincide with a trip Asra had planned with his parents. Damian refused to make Asra miss out on that. Besides, they both knew several magical ways to get in contact with each other if need be. And Asra had his water-teleport-trick. Asra would be there if anything went wrong... or if things went wonderfully right and Asra got to meet his long-lost family. Asra had given their best Magician smile at that statement.

But for now, Damian and Julian were on their own. So they had tried to brace themselves for a search that may have lasted days.

Surprisingly, actually finding the shop was the easy part.

All it had taken was asking a few people where it was. Apparently, they were on the right track in more ways than one. Nearly everyone they talked to said something along the lines of Damian looking familiar, then nodding in understanding when he mentioned his surname.

Just like Asra had said... there must have been a lot of Mendozas.

A few minutes’ walk felt like hours to Damian. His mind was moving that fast, trying to find every possible outcome of this whole quest. But then, somehow both too soon and not soon enough, they were there.

He and Julian stood before a cozy-looking stone building with a simple sign hanging over the door. The image on the sign was a ceramic pot, painted in beautiful abstract designs. And over the picture was a single word.

Mendoza.

With every step towards the shop, Damian had grown less and less certain that they were going to the right place. Sure, some people said that he looked like one of the many, many Mendozas. But that might not have meant anything. A lot of people in Nopal seemed to have brown hair like his own, though none so far had shared his golden eyes. Brown hair wasn’t exactly uncommon in the first place. It may have all been a coincidence.

There was only one way to find out. And Damian had come all the way here to find some sort of proof. Some sort of clue. And even an absolute negative would be a step closer. Hopefully.

So why couldn’t he just walk in the door?

Julian cleared his throat. “Should, uh… should we knock?”

“It’s a shop,” said Damian. “I don’t think we need to knock.”

He still didn’t move. His body simply refused to do so. Gods, this was a nightmare.

Oswald chirped from his spot tucked in Damian’s bag. Normally he would have been in a pocket, but Damian had left his jacket behind in Vesuvia. It was just too hot. Which probably wasn’t comfortable for Oswald, who liked dark and cool places, but that didn’t stop the little bat from trying to comfort his human. Damian absently gave Oswald’s little head a few gentle scritches in gratitude.

Julian gave Damian a concerned look. “Well… we could knock. If you wanted to.”

Damian managed to look up at Julian in return. “You almost sound more nervous than me.”

“Darling, I’m always nervous,” Julian laughed. His smile fell away. He ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t imagine how you might be feeling, love. But I’m here for you.”

“I know. Thank you, Julian.”

Oswald peeped again. I’m here, too.

“You are,” Damian cracked a smile. “Thank you, too, Oswald.”

Damian did feel marginally better. But he still made no move to open the door. His feet simply refused to take that last step.

Julian put a hand on his shoulder. “Damian...”

Damian took a deep breath. “What if it isn’t the place? This could be one of the most awkward moments of my life.”

“Nothing can be as awkward as the apple cart incident,” Julian chuckled. “And if worse comes to worse, I’m always happy to swoop in and whisk you out of there.”

“People will think you’re kidnapping me.” Damian pointedly looked at Julian’s outfit. Julian, had, of course, insisted on wearing black despite the near-sweltering heat.

“I could kidnap you, if you wanted.” Julian waggled his eyebrows at him. “I could even break through the window for some added dramatic flair.”

“Please do not break into another shop,” Damian sighed, smiling fondly.

Despite his teasing, Julian’s banter had actually helped. And Julian was right. A drama king as usual, of course, but right. The worst thing that could possibly happen was whoever owned the shop asking them to leave. And if they needed to, they had more than enough money with them to actually buy something. That, at least, would make things marginally less awkward.

So Damian braced himself. He hesitated for only another moment, his hand on the door handle. He wasn’t sure if it actually felt familiar, or if that was just desperate longing.

Julian gently squeezed his shoulders. Oswald squeaked encouragingly.

And Damian pushed the door open.

A bell chimed, so similar to the bell over his own shop door that Damian’s heart started to pound. The inside of this shop was just as cozy as the outside. The scent of it made Damian’s heart ache: a mix of flowers, the heavy sort of scent that came with wet clay, and the smell of a blissfully perfect fire. It was all so wonderfully, achingly familiar.

A part of him, however distant, knew he had been here before.

A tiny voice in his head reminded him that this didn’t actually mean anything. Asra had an entire house in Nopal, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he and Asra had visited together at some point…

Then the last lingering customer finished their purchase. Julian and Damian stepped out of the way so the customer could leave. The shopkeep caught their eye, and gave them a smile. She looked to be a bit younger than Damian. Her hair, trailing over her shoulders in two twin braids done up with red ribbons, was the same shade of brown as his own. And her eyes, though they were hazel instead of gold like his, were almost exactly the same shape.

She gave them both a warm smile. “Oh, hello. How can I…?”

She trailed off. Her smile slipped away. And her eyes went wide.

“Damian…?” she breathed.

Damian’s heart might have stopped. He hadn’t known what to expect. He’d been terrified that he was going to be wrong.

But now… now he was sure.

It took him three tries to actually speak. And when he did, his voice sounded strangled. He only managed one word.

“Hello.”

The shopkeep remained frozen for another heartbeat. Then she dashed forward and tossed her arms around him. It was one of the tightest hugs he had ever felt. And it was wonderful.

He’d had no idea how badly he missed this.

“I thought you were dead,” the shopkeep whispered in his ear. “We thought you died from the plague.”

Slowly, Damian wrapped his arms around her in return. He didn’t remember anything about her. He didn’t even know her name. But this was his sister. He was sure of it. Everything about this screamed familiarity. Family. He trusted her in a way he couldn’t fully understand.

So it was far easier to tell her the truth than he had feared.

“I did.”

His sister pulled back. “You did…? But… you’re here. What… how did you…?”

“It’s… a long story,” Damian sighed. “And there’s more that… that you need to know.”

This was a moment he hadn’t ever really dared to dream of. He just hoped that it didn’t all go horribly wrong. That she didn’t start hating him for forgetting all about her.

She gave Damian a searching look. A look that she quickly fixed Julian with as well. Julian gave her his best, most winning smile and offered his hand.

“Hi,” he said. “Julian Devorak. Pleasure to meet you.”

Damian’s sister looked completely bemused. So Julian tried to make things less awkward. Which failed spectacularly.

“I’m Damian’s... ah, well, he’s my... um... we’re...”

“Julian’s my boyfriend,” Damian cut in quickly. “And if he ever gets around to asking me about it, potentially my fiance.”

Julian spluttered incoherently. Damian’s sister laughed.

“It sounds like we have a lot to catch up on,” she said. “You still like cocoa, right, Damian? Or did you want some coffee?”

“I still love cocoa, actually,” said Damian. It felt odd to say still. “Julian’s more fond of coffee, though.”

“I, uh, wouldn’t want to impose...” said Julian.

“It’s fine,” said Damian’s sister. “Making both isn’t any trouble. And should I get some water for your little friend?”

She smiled at Oswald, which instantly endeared her to him. Oswald poked his head further out of the bag, his little nose twitching as he frantically sniffed the air.

“Actually, if you have some fruit lying around, I’m sure he’d appreciate nibbling on it,” said Damian.

“I think I can manage that,” said the woman with a smile.

She officially closed up and led them to a little back room—gods, this shop was arranged so like the one in Vesuvia—and got them all drinks and snacks. They settled in. And they talked.

They talked for a long time.

Damian explained everything. It was surprisingly easy to talk to her. It almost felt unreal. The words simply came, and she listened incredibly well. She took it all in stride when he mentioned the plague, his own sacrifice, Asra bringing him back, the amnesia that came with it. He didn’t quite know how to explain about his new body. And he still wasn’t sure what that meant, as far as him being the same person as before. But he told her everything he could. Everything he felt comfortable sharing.

It was a lot.

His sister—who he learned was named Amara—hardly said a word the entire time. She asked a few questions, each one pointed and perfect. But that was all.

“You’re… taking this rather well,” said Damian after the story was told.

Amara smiled. “Damian… I grew up with you. You’re a powerful and incredibly smart magician. And an alchemist. If you’re still doing that...?”

“I am,” Damian said slowly.

Amara beamed at him. “There you go, then. You were always pretty incredible, Damian. You made the impossible happen every day.”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean that you’d be so casual about this particular type of magic,” said Damian with a faint smile.

“I know I wasn’t,” Julian grinned.

“You almost got yourself killed trying to talk to one of the Arcana,” Damian countered, playfully shoving his boyfriend. “You are not allowed to talk.”

Julian chuckled and raised his hands up in mock surrender.

Amara smiled at the both of them, putting her chin in her hand. Damian hadn’t known anything about having siblings for a while now. Not biological ones, anyway. But the look was so very Asra-like that it immediately struck him as a sibling face.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m happy,” Amara said softly. “You’ve been through a lot… more than I can really imagine. But you’re here. You found me again. And there are some things that haven’t changed.”

Damian shifted uncomfortably. Oswald peeped from his spot on Damian’s head. Damian couldn’t exactly pet him at the moment, but he appreciated the concern nonetheless.

“I’m sure there are some things that have changed,” Damian said awkwardly.

“I wonder…” Amara idly stirred her cocoa. “You still like cocoa. Do you still like apples?”

“Yes,” said Damian, wondering where this was going.

“He loves apples,” Julian chuckled. “Luckily for us, an apple here and there isn’t enough to keep this doctor away.”

Damian fondly rolled his eyes. “Moving on…”

Amara laughed. “Moving on. Let’s see… what about music? You still like music, right?”

“Oho, he loves music,” said Julian, eyes gleaming. “You should hear him play. He’s a master guitarist.”

“I am not,” said Damian. “Far from it. But thank you.”

“You know I’ll sing your praises any time you like,” said Julian. “Especially if you’re accompanying me.”

Damian sighed. “Amara, if you want to kick him out, you’re more than welcome to.”

“No, it’s alright,” said Amara. “I’m actually enjoying getting to know your definitely-boyfriend-maybe-fiancé.”

“Hopefully fiancé, someday,” Damian corrected her playfully.

That, naturally, was calculated to make Julian a blushing mess. Which was exactly what Damian had been aiming for. Both because he loved flustering his partner and because he wanted to actually continue this life-changing conversation.

“If it happens, I hope I get to come to the wedding,” said Amara.

Damian wanted to simply say ‘of course.’ But they all knew it would take much more time before anyone was ready for a true invitation like that.

At least they had taken the first step.

“I’m happy you still play,” said Amara. “Or that you picked up playing again. Whatever the technical term is.”

“Either one works,” said Damian. “It’s… nice to know I played before, to be honest. Good to know that some things haven’t really changed.”

“It sounds like a lot hasn’t changed,” said Amara, sounding rather gentle. “Your favorite foods, your love for music, working as hard as you can on everything you do… what about your favorite animal? Do you still like turtles?”

For a moment, all Damian could do was sit there blinking. A tiny twinge of a headache poked at him, right behind his eyes. But it was easy to ignore. He hardly even noticed it under the sudden realization.

“I haven’t thought about my favorite animal in a while,” he admitted. “I would probably pick a jaguar now, or maybe some kind of bird of prey. But... I do still like turtles. Especially this one.”

He dug into his bag for a moment (Oswald obligingly got out of the way) and unearthed a little clay figure. It was shaped like a sea turtle, the shape a bit rough but completely recognizable. The head and feet were elegantly if inexpertly painted in varying shades of green. It had little dot eyes. The fins were white and purple with little specks of blue. Abstract blue patterns that looked almost like waves circled the shell. And right in the center of the shell was a lopsided sort of sun.

Amara gasped. Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh... Damian...”

“I never really go anywhere without it,” said Damian. “It’s kind of like my food luck charm. I can’t even tell you how many different protection spells I put on it just to make sure it never broke. I didn’t even know why it was so important. But now... I think I do.”

Amara slowly lowered her hand. “I... made that for you. When we were both kids... it was one of the first things I ever made. I was so proud of it...”. She gave a little, slightly awkward laugh. “It looks like a mess now. I had no idea what I was doing...”

“I would say it’s a true work of art,” said Julian.

Damian nodded. “I think so, too. And the fact that I still found it so important, even though I had no idea what it was... that means something. Right?”

“I think it does,” said Amara. “I think all of this means that you’re still… you. You’re still my big brother. And I hope we get to know each other all over again.”

Damian could only nod. She wasn’t the first person to say something along those lines. Asra had mentioned that his body didn’t make him the man he was, but his spirit did, and that had largely stayed the same. Julian had reassured him in his darkest moments, promising that any differences, any changes, were insignificantly small when compared to everything he had accomplished.

But a part of Damian, however distant, still struggled with the concept of who, exactly, he was. He was a magician… and even then it was odd at times to think of himself as anything but an apprentice. He was an alchemist… which was apparently something he had been before. He was apparently from Nopal, though he had very little concept for what that truly meant, and knew little about the culture of his apparent homeland. He was Oswald’s human, Asra’s chosen family, Nadia’s trusted magician, Portia’s annoying yet loving soon-to-be-brother. And now... he found he was Amara’s brother, too.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready to call himself that yet.

All these thoughts crossed his mind in a few seconds at most. But Amara seemed to know exactly what he was worried about. She slid her hand across the table, almost reaching for Damian but not quite daring to truly take his hand.

“There are some things that are different,” she admitted. “For one thing, you’re a little taller. It has been years now, so that makes sense…”

“It does,” said Damian with a hint of a smile. “But… what else?”

He didn’t dare ask it out loud. But there was a terrifying question behind that more simple one.

What else did I lose?

“Well… you were always really stubborn,” Amara said slowly. “It sounds like you still are.”

“Gloriously stubborn,” Julian agreed. “One of the many things I admire about him.”

It was Damian’s turn to become a flustered mess. Much to Oswald’s entertainment.

Amara smiled. “I can absolutely believe that. But… you seem more relaxed, too.”

“Relaxed?” Damian repeated. He was feeling a lot of things at the moment, but relaxation was not one of them.

“Mm-hmm,” Amara nodded. “I remember how much pressure you were under growing up. You took on a lot of responsibilities. And you carried them really well. But sometimes… sometimes it felt like you were carrying the world on your shoulders. And as far as I can tell, it feels like you don’t have to worry about that anymore. It’s nice to see, really. You have some space to breathe. And lots of people you can really count on. You were always pretty social, but… you have some really meaningful relationships now. People who take care of you, just like you’ve always taken care of them. It’s… well, it’s just nice, you know?”

Damian thought about that for a moment. He tried to picture the person that Amara described. A kid taking on the world out of sheer stubbornness… or perhaps for the same reasons that he had faced the Devil head-on. He did it for the sake of the people he cared about. He did it because those people, and the world they all shared, were so deeply important to him that he would never consider doing otherwise.

If he grew up with someone like Amara as a younger sister, he could see himself wanting to protect her. Wanting to take on whatever he could if it meant that she could pursue the things she loved.

As far as he could tell, she’d managed to do just that. She was clearly very happy with her shop. And she was a true artist. A lot of the little clay animals that Asra brought home from his trips to Nopal probably came from this very shop. It was a nice thought, at least.

Maybe he wasn’t a brother quite yet. Or maybe not anymore, if that was the right way to put it. But maybe, just maybe, he could start to be one again. This was a pretty good start.

#vesuvia weekly #nightmares & daydreams #things that changed #fanfic #the arcana fanfic #julian devorak #julian devorak x oc #apprentice damian #oswald the bat #oc stuff #no beta we die like men

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momachan · 22 days

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"Seems like I better hit green trafic lights the rest of the way there..."

Batman: The Audio Adventures (2022). "Interlude: Till Human Voices Wake Us And We Drown."

#dc comics #batman #the audio adventures #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #dc robin #bat mite #demon's brood #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #the scarecrow #jonathan crane #demon's head #killer croc #waylon jones #little dick grayson

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inkdrawndreams · 5 months

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I'm busy with work, but managed to scrape together a few sketches of the '04 boys. Does the timeline make sense for Kirk and Ed to have been in college together? Probably not. Is it more fun to picture Kirk dragging his roommate to concerts and seeing him get kinda into it later? Yes.

Also, I want to see Kirk and Ozzie go on a horrible road trip together. They can steal local fauna and almost get eaten by cryptids or something.

Here's the text for anyone who can't read my chicken scratch handwriting.

(Right to left)

Kirk: According to the map, the bird sanctuary is 12 km east...

Oswald: Great. We'll hit that one next.

Ed: I said no.

Kirk: What if I threw in 2 tickets to a Jeopardy taping?

#the batman 2004 #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #man-bat #kirk langstrom #riddler #edward nygma #batman #dc #sketches #2023 #dreamer draws

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hollowsart · 2 months

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Penguin-Mite? Waugh Waugh? 🐧☂️?

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Personally, mine is better, but that's just me lol

#my art #phone doodle #screenshot doodle #penguin #batman penguin #oswald cobblepot #bat mite #batmite #bat-mite

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k0zyb0n3rz · 7 months

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Fuckinf screams

Dotted lines are secret feelings and arrows are one sided

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mochinek0 · 1 year

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Daminette December 2022: 26-Honour

Marinette looked back at her phone, trying to follow the directions to Cosmic Threads. She was new to Gotham, but it had been listed as one of the best fabric stores in the city. She couldn't wait to create her latest design.

As she turned the corner, she was bowled over by a group of older boys.

"Sorry!" they shouted, as the continued to run down the street.

Marinette sighed as she picked up her phone from the floor. As she picked it up, she noticed a black wallet on the floor.

'Must belong to one of those boys. I can drop it off on my way back from the store.'

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed and she was face to face with The Penguin.

'Son of a bitch! No wonder why they ran! They at least could have warned me!'

The batboys winced when they saw the girl they had run into, in the arms of The Penguin. He had his umbrella gun pointed right at her and she didn't look happy. She didn't even look scared; she looked pissed off. Once they entered the fight, it wasn't hard for him to claim her as a hostage. All it had taken was a well thrown batarang to knock the umbrella out of his hand, but he had quickly tossed her off to the side. Red Hood protected her and told her to run through a side exit and was gone. No more distractions. Marinette quickly ran out only to run into the cops.

'Looks like I can't go shopping today. Guess I might as well return the wallet.'

Marinette looked inside and saw a Gotham ID. The wallet belonged to Damian Wayne.

After Marinette had given her statements, she turned to leave. She turned towards the crowd and saw the boys from before. Marinette walked up to them and threw the wallet at them.

"Thanks for the tip, Assholes!" she shouted.

Damian picked up the wallet and looked inside, "So, how much did you steal?"

Marinette was quick to punch him in his face, breaking his nose.

"You-" he cried out.

Jason and Dick held Damian in place, as she glared at him.

"How honorable you are, Coward." She sneered.

Marinette turned away and quickly let the scene. Jason let go of Damian's shirt and started laughing. Dick called for a medic to come look at his youngest brother. Tim sighed, and looked down.

'Blood? Was she injured by the Penguin?'

Tim left to follow. It hadn't been that hard to catch up with her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked her.

"I'm fine." she growled and continued walking.

Tim looked her over and noticed a gash on her leg. Rapidly, he picked her up. Marinette started struggling, trying to break free.

"Hey! Put me down! Help! Help!" Mari began to scream, as Tim took her back to the crime scene.

"Hey!" Tim called out, "She needs medical attention. She's just stubborn!"

"I can take care of myself" Marinette cried out.

"Oh, really?" Damian questioned, as he held a cloth to his nose, "What were you going to do? Stitch yourself up?"

"Yes." Mari answered.

Damian recoiled in shock. He looked her up and down. The gash was the length of her inner calf and appeared deep.

"I doubt you have the medical training to handle something of that magnitude." Damian declared.

"And I doubt you know how to be a gentleman!" she replied, "Oh, wait! You already proved that."

Damian glared at her as Drake hesitantly set her down.

"I can do it myself." Marinette explained.

"I can't allow that!" the EMT stated

"I was brought back against my will and do not wish to receive medical attention." she spoke, crossing her arms.

"Where are your parents?" the EMT questioned.

Marinette smiled, "Isn't emancipation the best."

The Wayne boys and the medical attendant looked at her in shock.

"Can anyone look after you?" they asked, "I have to accept you refused treatment, but I'd rather not have you go later to a hospital for blood loss."

Marinette rolled her eyes and picked up the cleaning solution from the ambulance. After she sprayed the solution on her, she grabbed the stitching needle with the thread. She quickly and easily stitched herself up. She wrapped her leg with cotton and gauze.

"Like sewing a shirt." She quipped.

Marinette hopped off the back of the ambulance and walked away.

Damian quickly grabbed her hand. Mari turned and glared at him.

"You are right. I should have spoken up as we rushed by, even grabbed your hand." he stated, "Let me do the honor of walking you home."

"I don't know." Marinette spoke, "You might attract more rouges along the way."

"Dinner then?" he suggested, "Come have dinner with us and I can make sure you are given a ride home."

She sighed, "You're not gonna stop until you redeem yourself, are you?"

"I'm told I stubborn." Damian declared.

Marinette looked at him and relented.

"Fine, but if I don't go home by seven, I'm calling the cops for kidnapping." she answered, "I'm already behind work because of you and have to get up earlier to get what I need now."

"Your injury won't hinder you?" he questioned, "Can't your boss give you a break?"

"I'm my own boss." Marinette smiled, "I do comission work from my own home. I was on my way to Cosmic Threads for some fabric."

"Maybe I can pay for your fabric then." Damian inquired.

Marinette winced, "I take hours to shop. I know exactly what I need and I'm picky when it comes to the quality of my work. It also won't be a frugal purchase."

"Don't worry." he smirked, "I can pay for it."

"Your wallet's funeral." She smiled back.

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