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dr-lizortecho · 2 years
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anyways, Super Pets could have been the greatest DC movie of all time, and then they made it animated (like cgi cutesy animated) which was fine
but they went and only used Krypto and gave super powers to random animals, which will probably make a cute movie, I just really wanted Titus and Krypto and Ace and Batcow and even Diana’s Kangaroo
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crown-ov-horns · 14 days
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Ch. 2 of And the Sea became Blood will probably take it's time, I mean, more scenes than not are still pretty much skeletons.
But, we must appreciate a supportive brother. ❤ Especially after she called him Dr. Phil.
Also, I'm seriously thinking about Charlize Theron as Lucifer's faceclaim.
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They'd look great together, no?
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#warrior nun#warrior nun fanfiction#ava silva#sister lilith#lilith villaumbrosia#diary pages#writing journal#warrior nun fic#warrior nun fandom#wn fandom#warrior nun thoughts#warrior nun biblical au#and the sea became blood#lilith x lucifer#when I said I wouldn't tolerate the lucifer and lilith dynamic being torn apart I didn't mean I mind them both being women#seriously charlize just has that vibe#adriel always ends up having a supermodel for a mother#tbh here he has two mothers though lilith is his stepmom#i have no idea who titus or raphael's faceclaims would be or many of the others'#i always end up putting on so many tags because idk filing system also half of them get eaten for some reason#how am I supposed to navigate my own hoard of a blog when I need to find some obscure rant#writers on tumblr#writer problems#seriously this chapter isn't short i already crossed to 11 pages and only two scenes are fully fleshed out#i struggled with that interview for a while then also decided adriel and his followers have to discuss it#tbh showing his cardinals more is important because of what's planned next#most of this chapter is just... Ava and Adriel crossing paths randomly because what else am I supposed to do for buildup#they aren't going to meet in some diplomatic dinner#unless... tbh some serious event scene would be insanely great BUT later in the story when there's more estabilished tension between them#right now a moment of being civil over a drink will do ( why not Ava's just avoiding Heaven time and they're both stalking one another)
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kait-blackhound · 2 months
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I might be too deep in my Shakespeare obsession, because I watched four plays yesterday (on YouTube and Apple TV).
- King John
- Titus Andronicus
- Julius Caesar
- Antony and Cleopatra
The only one I was familiar with was Julius Caesar.
I thought Antony and King John were ok, but I’d be fine with never seeing Titus Andronicus again.
Talk about grimdark!
I just fucking can’t with the “everyone dies, it all sucks, life is worthless” endings.
I wanted Lavinia to live!
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gay-dorito-dust · 22 days
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Jason loves kneeling before you and holding onto your waist as he burrows his face into your stomach, all the while you have your hand buried deep into his hair as they combed their way through, playing with the ends as he childishly groans at you to keep going whilst holding onto your waist tighter.
You were Jason’s safe place, the first and possibly only person who shown him kindness, love and compassion without seeking for something for yourself. Jason oftentimes doesn’t think your real but with the way you felt beneath his scarred and calloused hands, it was more then enough to show him that you were more then real.
His angel, his beloved, his first experience of kindness, his everything, his anchor. You were everything and so much more to Jason that he honesty doesn’t know how he managed to scrap by life without you kissing his wounds as you help patch him up.
Dick loves resting on top of you, and this was more evident when he’s had a rough day and is in need of a bit of comfort, but doesn’t want to bother you in asking for it. So he just wordlessly collapses on top of you and crushing you beneath his weight, intentionally ignoring your complaints as he gets himself comfortable before burrowing his head into your neck as he rants about the awful day he’s had into your ear.
He liked the fact that you listen to him, allowed him the space to speak openly and freely without judgement, even offering up advice when he needed it as you pressed kisses into his head in hopes of soothing his oncoming headache.
Angel kisses as Dick often calls them and will even over exaggerate the day he’s had just to feel your healing kisses against his skin, smiling at the feeling of you beneath him safe and sound, even if he was crushing you but he claims that it was his love for you that was actually crushing you…what a doofus but he’s your doofus and he refuses to let you forget it.
Damian has a sketchbook full of you and his pets doing stupid things.He has sketches of you and Titus taking a nap together, you and Ace cuddling up on the couch together during movie night, and lastly Damian had a sketch of you and Alfred the Cat sunbathing on the steps leading up towards the Wayne manor. They were all too silly and goofy for him but the fact that he felt compelled to draw, and later immortalise these moments into his artwork, said a lot more than he was willing to let on how he felt about you.
He won’t ever admit it but he likes that you’ve developed a deep enough connection with Titus, Ace or Alfred to be able to do these sort of things without them getting agitated or annoyed. His pets mean a lot to him and for you to be accepted by them was enough for Damian to start trusting you more often.
Damian would watch over you as you took a nap in his room despite knowing that nothing will ever get to you here. He won’t allow it. He was an highly trained ruthless assassin for fucks sake and he’d relinquish that title real fast if you were to ever be brought to harm under his watch. Which doesn’t come to pass because if there’s anywhere you could feel the slightest bit safe, it’s the Wayne Manor. It warms Damian’s heart to see that even Titus was overprotective of you too and would often guard you as you slept but laying himself at your feet, staring at the door as though he was waiting for something to try and get to you while he and Damian where here. Damian guessed that the rumour was true that sooner or later the dog would start to act/ look like the owner.
Bruce Wayne -THE BATMAN- loves the sweet kisses that you’d decided to leave on his cheek whenever he has to leave for somewhere important. He considers them his blessings from you and will keep an internal headcount of how many you’ve given him, with the current score being about thirty five to fourth five at the very least. Neither you nor him had a clue when this became a thing but the action of kissing the other’s cheek had quickly became a much loved tradition of yours.
He’d respond to your cheek kisses in kind with his own, which never fails to leave you smiling widely and warm within your chest, as you were left to feel the lingering of his kiss on your cheek for the rest of the day. The action may not look like much to others, but it was enough affirmation for you and Bruce to know that the love you both have for each other was still alive and strong after being together for so long.
He still tries to spoil you by bolting you things but you had to physically prevent him from bringing out his credit card the moment he spots you looking at something for a second too long. You didn’t give a shit about the fact that he was Bruce Wayne the billionaire, you only cared about Bruce Wayne the sweetest yet semi-awkward man you’ve ever met in your life. When he asks you what it is that you wanted from him, you’d reply with, ‘love, affection in any form that you are most comfortable with. I couldn’t care less for materialistic things because a simple touch of a hand or kiss to a cheek would prove priceless in comparison.’ And Bruce had respect your wish ever since…with several gifts bought now and then for special occasions he could surprise you with.
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incorrectbatfam · 6 months
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Do you have hc with the batkids together with Damian's pets? Like who over feeds the pet, or who brush the Alfred the cat or batcow, who sleep with batcow, or who hug the pet in a bad moment
This also could include Ace and Harley if you want
Also I love your blog 💖💖💖✨✨
Ace pulls Cass out of bed when she hits snooze
Titus follows Steph around waiting for her to drop food
Duke walks around with Alfred the cat asleep in his hoodie
Barbara reads new library books to Bat-Cow and gets her opinion
Dick rants about his day to Goliath
When no one's around, Jason talks to Haly in the third person and refers to himself as a puppy uncle
Jerry terrorizes Tim in the shower
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dovakiinwitcher · 1 month
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Batfamily As Interactions With My Own Siblings
- Call and response with quotes or song lyrics. Dick and/or Steph use this most often since most of their siblings are angsty (Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass), so this forces them to acknowledge them. To not respond is of the HIGHEST offense.
- Sometimes Damian, or Cass, will come flying out of nowhere to surprise attack one of their siblings. Frankly, all of them do this, but those two are most common. Poor Duke is always the most caught off guard, in spite of his powers.
- Tim is almost always the last one down for dinner. Sometimes, he doesn’t even come down until after everyone else has eaten. Alfred is always kind enough to leave a plate for him to reheat. One time, he found that plate on the floor beneath a laundry basket that was propped up by a stick, cartoon-trap style. His siblings were hiding around the corner, watching him intently.
- Jason sometimes gets distracted in the bathroom, picking at scabs or old scars on his face in the mirror. His siblings (particularly Damian) get really pissed if they've heard the toilet flush and still have to wait for ten minutes to use the bathroom. (Jason has pointed out that there are other bathrooms. This doesn't prevent him from getting yelled at.)
- Duke has been known to go on fierce literary rants to Jason. Most recently about a certain shitty book he had to read for school.
- Tim started a DnD campaign with Dick, Barbara, and Duke. The party got sidetracked going undercover as an "exterminator" company, and helping a poor milliner jumpstart her hat business (don't ask how those were related). Tim is scared that they may have completely forgotten their original quest.
- Sometimes Steph forgets who she's told something to, and will repeat information to people who've already heard this from her.
- Jason, on the other hand, will forget what he HAS been told by people, and infuriates people with his questions of things he's already "had this conversation about."
- Bruce has repeatedly told Damian that Batcow is not a house pet. Nonetheless, he's found Damian in his room reading a book to his cow several times.
- Dick and Jason have reenacted many YouTube videos on patrols, from quoting back and forth to one another, to performing dangerous parkour stunts.
- Damian once tried to strangle Jason after he won Unstable Unicorns by almost exclusively trolling Damian and preventing him from gaining a final unicorn five times in a row. In one game. Damian has still not forgiven him.
- Jason once offered Tim a hit of his cigarette. Dick later found out and flipped his shit.
- The kitchen is a hazardous place to be. The kids pretend to stab each other a lot.
- Jason communicates primarily through saying either "I'll kill you," or "I'd rather die." Although sometimes, when someone's talking (typically Steph or Dick), he'll randomly interject to say, "you're a [insert obscure twist of their words]."
- For example, Steph was once vacuuming the rug with a very old vacuum and said, "this vacuum would be terrible at cocaine." Jason replied from the couch, not looking up from his book, "you're a terrible cocaine vacuum."
- The siblings binged the Chernobyl HBO series in one night. Right off the bat, Damian went on a rant about how irresponsible the guy committing suicide was for not finding his cat a new home first and just leaving out food. He also had to leave the room during the dog part in later episodes. When Dick was sent to tell him it was over, he was found with his face buried in Titus and/or Ace's fur.
- On a lighter note, Jason commentated over many of the really heavy parts of that documentary, making it way funnier than it was supposed to be. Sometimes he genuinely argued with the TV.
- There is a quote book of obscure things they've said out of context. Here are some excerpts:
"Haha, losers, imagine having parents." - Jason
"And that's why child labor is good and justifiable." - Steph
"They really underestimate my stabbing abilities." - Damian
"This jacket is vegan leather. Which means I skinned a vegan and turned them into a jacket." - Cass
"That's how my brain works; it doesn't." - Tim
"But we're stressful together." - Dick
"As Thomas the Tank Engine once said: chuga chuga choo choo, I'm a sexy dinosaur." - Also Dick
"If you wouldn't have been killed by Nazis, are you even an interesting person?" - Duke
"Alright, shit pisser, let's rumble." - Jason
"Keep your rabid animal away from my crab legs." - Barbara
- Barbara has a tendency to play true crime podcasts while she works. People only ever seem to walk in during the weirdest parts. She doesn't feel the need to explain herself; she finds the looks on their faces hilarious.
- The household Alexa will respond to Dick unprompted, and it genuinely freaks him out. It doesn't do that for anyone else, and he thinks it's out to get him. This is why he has a Google at home in Blüdhaven instead.
- Jason isn't the most hygienic person, which concerns the family sometimes. Dick had learned that when he visits wherever Jason is living at the moment and "oops, forgets" his shampoo or body wash or whatever, Jason will end up using it. Jason has caught on, but will never openly admit that he's grateful for it.
- Dick will ruffle Damian's hair out of affection. Tim will do it to piss him off.
- Tim and Damian often kick each other without any other interaction. Bruce finds it troubling. Dick reminds him that he and Jason used to do the same thing (mainly Jason kicking Dick).
- When Tim and Steph play video games, it's not uncommon for Steph to hijack a car just to try to run Tim over while he tries to do side quests.
- Cass is the Super Smash Bros champion. And the Mario Kart champion. And tends to carry everyone when playing multi-player. Mostly because Steph tries to sabotage them at every corner, and only Cass is able to adapt.
I may do more of these, but I didn't want this to be TOO long.
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Damian the Dog
Inspired by Grumpy Cat, written by @adrestar
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So what if Marinette moved to Gotham Academy, probably because of Lila bullshit or Guardian Duties.
She is mostly alone so she get a dog who she named Damian.
I actually look up on what type of dog she would have because I don't have a lot of knowledge on dogs. I wanted a small cute black dog. I am going with a Pomeranian or a Scottish Terrier.
It's all fine and going dandy. When one day, Damian overhears the new girl talking about him.
Marinette of course has zero interest in celebrities so she has no clue she is in the same class as Damian Wayne. Her classmates asked if she had any pets so she starts talking about her cute little Dami and showing off pictures of him.
"Look at my Dami. Isn't he adorable?" Marinette cooed, "I just love running my hands through those thick black luscious hair."
Damian gets the idea that Marinette is a stalker or a fangirl who is deluded herself into thinking she is dating him but brushes her off as mostly harmless. He can correct her at any time she steps out of the line.
Let the misunderstandings commence!
Fast forward the next few days, where Marinette keeps talking about her dog and no one has clued her in on the fact that there is a human with the same name as her dog going to classes with her.
Human Damian thinks she has very active imagination, going as far as to fake bite marks on her arms after a supposed passionate embrace.
(Damian the Dog is still being trained. Idk abt raising dogs so I hope I am right.)
The weekend arrive and Damian is at the dog park with Titus. Then he heard the insufferable voice calling out for him,
"Damian. Where are you? Come out. Damian. Dami."
He hid himself for a while, hoping she will give up sooner or later. But no, she keeps coming closer to the spot where he was hiding and calling out his name. Then, Titus blew his cover by coming back with the ball he was sent to fetch.
Thinking he had no choice but to reveal himself, he burst out of the bushes, scaring Marinette.
Meanwhile, Marinette was at the dog park to let Damian out of the apartment and get some exercise. She was kept an eye on him as he ran around but after a phone call from Jagged Stone for a new jacket, she had lost sight of her dog.
Then, while she looked for Damian the dog, someone jumped out of the bushes, giving her a scarce.
She realised that he was a boy from her classes and before she could ask if he had seen her dog, he began yelling at her.
"Listen up, harlot. Get out of your delusional fantasies of dating me and leave me alone." He yelled at a very confused Marinette. Human Damian continued to threaten her with lawsuits on the grounds of stalking, defamation and false claims.
Marinette gets fucking pissed at what the rude guy was yelling at her for no reasons but before she could retort, he stomped away with his dog trailing behind him.
"Come on, Titus. We don't have spend more time with this waste of space."
Marinette is so furious that if she was in Paris, she would have been akumatised for sure. She decided to calm down and go look for Damian, not the human. Arriving at home, she found a lawyer waiting for her and they handed her a thick files of all the charges she was being sued for. It was official she had met someone worse than the Chloe Bourgeosis.
So Marinette decides to stress bake about the problem. Ultimately, she made too much and decided to give away some to her next door neighbour, Jason.
Marinette had been living in Gotham for about a month and Jason knows about her habit to stress bake. They first met when Jason accidentally snuck up on her and she judo-flipped him who was 3 times bigger than her. Jason is impressed and Marinette is mortified. They became friends. Jason cooks her meals sometimes and she bake him desserts. It was a fair trade.
Anyway, Jason asks about her problem and Marinette starts a rant about this rich entitled dick she met who was from her class and she had coincidentally met him at the dog park while looking for Damian. Then, he called her a bunch of insults and names, accused her of stalking him and he had sent lawsuits to her address. Which was bad because she had her business as MDC to consider and this will affect her income.
While ranting, Marinette saw Jason's law degree which he had displayed, partially for his cover as a normal civi but mostly to brag to his siblings about being the only one who graduated from college and law school and rub it in Bruce's face. (We all seen the Jason became a lawyer to get Joker a death sentence post right? So Joker is dead here.)
"Can you be my lawyer? Or can you recommend me one? I promise I can pay you."
Jason patted her head, "Pixie, I will do this for free. I don't know which prick decided to mess with you but I will make him pay. Besides, I can't stand guys like that. You are actually doing me a bit of a favor to knock someone like that down a few pegs. Legally."
Marinette insisted to pay him but Jason compromised to get a cake for an entire month instead for taking the job.
When Jason looked through the papers, he noticed it was from the Wayne Family Lawyers so he decided to go to the Manor to get to the bottom of it. Jason arrived in the middle of Damian on a warpath.
He asked Tim who was the closest and furiously typing on his laptop about what is going on with Damian.
Tim answered, "Apparently there's this girl who is stalking Damian. She claimed to be dating him at school and she showed up while he was out with Titus, looking for him. Right now, I am just checking if she is just delusional and harmless or someone dangerous."
Jason connects the dots between Dog Damian and Human Damian and he tried not to burst out laughing right then and there. "That's good to hear. Anyways, I came here because I forgot something. I am going to see Alfred before I go. Have fun with the lawsuits."
Jason spent the rest of the way home, cackling and the funniest way to win the case.
On the day of the court date,
The rest of the Waynes are surprised to see Jason there in a suit. Dick was understandable, Tim was just there to make sure it goes smoothly, Bruce is also reasonable, Damian is the 'victim'.
"Todd, why are you here?"
"You'll see."
Then, they started telling people to enter before they could get more answers. They soon found out that Jason was the lawyer for the other side.
"Todd, you traitor. How dare you work for the opposition!"
Marinette had arrived with a pet carrier with a dog which Damian claimed was to appeal to his animal lover side.
blah blah blah. Legal procession. I don't know how it goes.
Anyways, it is time for Marinette's defense.
"Your honor, I would like to present evidence which proved that my cilent is innocent in all the charges the plaintiff has accused her of."
"Proceed."
Jason brought out the pet carrier and took out Dog Damian.
"Your honor, this is my client's dog. She was gifted this dog before she moved here to Gotham. I have the receipts to prove this."
"What is the point of this?"
Jason dramatically held up the adorable fluffy black dog which looked like a doll in his hands, "Your honor, the dog's name is Damian." Jason claimed while staring straight at Human Damian.
Dog Damian woofed at the sound of his name. There was a shocked silence that followed.
Jason proceed to give more evidence that yes, the dog name is actually Damian like giving commands using his name and adoption certificate to get rid of any doubt.
"He claimed to have heard her talking about her dating but what were the actual words you heard her say?"
"That I am adorable and she likes running her fingers through my soft dark hair."
"Your honor, my cilent was actually bragging about how cute her dog is and how she likes petting Damian the dog's obviously black fur. And you also claimed that she stalked you to the dog park and called out your name several time. She was there by coincidence because the park is the closest to her apartment and she was calling his name because she had lost sight of Damian. Dog Damian I mean. It was Human Damian's fault for assuming she was calling out for him."
Jason continued to explained how each claim was Damian's own misunderstanding of the situation and there are statements from his classmates who confirmed that Marinette was talking about her pet dog. They didn't told her about Human Damian because they found it funny that her dog had the same name.
"In addition, my cilent had no idea who Damian Wayne was. Only knowing him as her classmate. "
Tim is right now filming and having the best time of his life as he watched Damian wished that the ground would swallow him whole. Dick is trying so hard not to laugh while Bruce's lips were twitching.
Jason decides to make a counter-law suit for the emotional damage and potential financial damage Human Damian had caused Marinette by suing her for millions when she was just a struggling student, getting by on her own income in a foreign country.
Marinette stopped him, "Jason, this is enough. I am fine with a hand-written apology."
"The amount I am asking for is just a drop of water of an ocean for them. They are that filthy rich. Besides, you can get that motorcycle side-car for Damian you had been eyeing a while ago. You can also use the money to buy dog stuff that you couldn't before because of your budget."
Marinette hesitated and agreed. The case ended with it in Marinette's favor.
Tim approached them as they exited with Marinette hugging Damian (the dog) and Jason grinning in glee over his victory and simultaneously humiliated Damian (the human) in the process. Tim high-fived Jason.
Tim offered a job to Marinette because he had done a background check on her due to the potential threat she posed and found out about MDC. He does it because he liked her talent and it would look great to have Wayne Enterprise on her resume. Also the best dirt on Damian.
Marinette told him that she would think about it and he gave her a card.
Damian wrote the apology letter, very embarrassed by the entire trial. His pride wouldn't recover for a while and he took it out on Jason who knew about it the entire time and didn't tried to stop and clear up the misunderstanding.
The next day at school, Marinette went to Damian's seat and said, "Good morning, Human Damian."
"Why are you calling me like that?"
"I am sorry. I thought you would appreciate the clarification of which Damian I am referring to. I wouldn't want to end up in court again after being branded as a delusional fangirl of yours because I was just talking about my adorable Dami. I meant to say My adorable dog, Dami. Human Damian."
For the next few months, everyone keeps referring to Damian as Human Damian.
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ask-jon-kent · 2 months
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Jon what’s your fav thing to do w Damian?
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1. Play videogames
2. Take Titus and Krypto for a walk
3. Rant about our hyperfixations
4. Watch movies and series
5. C-DON'T FORGET GOING TO EAT ICE CREAM!
6. Yeah we love eating ice cream together!
7. Feed stray animals
8. Make our fav ship characters plushies kiss
9. Karaoke at 3am
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maccreadysbaby · 5 months
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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne
batfamily + oc insert
tw: none :)
wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!
bentley+dick+damian things for my sanity
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part fifteen
❝ PONYBOY CURTIS ❞
MONDAY — 2:23PM — DAY 24
DAMIAN WAS DIFFERENT WHILE TITUS WAS GONE. Though he still went on about Tim’s incompetence and ranted about wild animals, everything he said was more venomous, crafted more like a kill-shot than a simple jab. He’d gotten in a screaming match with Tim the day after Titus left that ended with death threats and two slammed doors. (One bedroom door and the front door.) He threatened to filet Jason with one of Alfred’s carving knives for sitting in the seat next to him at the table, and told Duke that if he so much as spoke to him at school he’d find a vat of molten metal to drop him in. 
Needless to say, Bentley opted for staying out of Damian’s way while Titus was gone.
Thankfully, Dick had been summoned from the depths of Bludhaven to return to the Manor in Titus’ absence to keep the peace. Tim hadn’t been back since Damian lashed out at him, (it had been ten-ish days and if Tim wasn’t Red Robin, Bentley would have wondered if he was still alive.) and Bentley felt like the entire household was one problem away from the miniature assassin murdering everyone inside. And he was determined not to be that problem.
The Manor was peaceful for now, because Damian’s raging assassin self was at school.
Bentley was in the den with Dick again. Instead of teaching him classic games, it had migrated to classic movies, and they’d been on the couch staring at the television for hours now. From movies like Cars to Star Wars, if it was considered classic, (to Dick.) they'd be watching it. There was a massive queue of movies listed on the TV (at least twenty) that he’d picked out, and they’d only chewed through three. Bentley had already accepted his fate of becoming one with the couch. He didn’t mind — the Wayne’s couch was comfy.
Currently, they were watching an old movie called The Outsiders, which he discovered he really liked. Out of the three they’d watched, he enjoyed the older films more, his second favorite being one called Stand by Me. He didn’t know why. Mayeb it was because they were interesting. Or maybe it was because they told stories of a kid who found a family in people they weren’t related to.
“I have to ask; who names their kids Ponyboy and Sodapop? Everyone else has normal names like Steve, and Johnny, and Dallas. But not the main ones. Ponyboy and Sodapop,” Dick commented with a shrug.
Another thing Bentley discovered was that Dick could not watch ten minutes of a movie without talking. It had been toned down during the documentaries because all of his brothers were whining about it, but now, he was bringing it on full force like a commentator at a football game. Bentley didn’t care. He liked that Dick talked so much, it was a stark contrast to his father and that was the absolute last person he wanted to think about right then. Plus, Dick had a way of taking tension and awkwardness and throwing them out the window, and that’s exactly what he needed all of the time.
Bentley decided it was time to test some of the communication techniques the Wayne’s used.
“Your name is Dick,” He tried, glancing over at his counterpart, who looked positively taken aback by his sarcastic rebuttal. (Bentley would literally rather die than try banter like that with anyone else in the family, though. Dick was the only one he knew probably wouldn’t kill him.)
And he was right, because Dick’s face broke into an ear splitting grin, his blue eyes shimmering like one of Bruce’s million-dollar chandeliers. 
“My name is Richard,” He shot back, playfully. “You’re named after a car.”
Bentley’s wheels turned for a second (no pun intended.) “A luxury car. You’re named after a body part.”
“My name is Richard!” He nearly squeaked. Bentley chuckled, and it only seemed to make Dick’s eyes get brighter. 
They glanced back at the screen just in time to watch little Johnny Cade climb into a burning building.
“Boys,”
Bentley’s flinch coincided with the crash of burning rubble in the movie, so he pretended that’s what it was. Bruce was standing in the doorway with a fond look on his face.
“What’s up, B?” Dick questioned, grabbing the remote from beside him and pausing the movie.
“The vet says Titus can come home, but I have a meeting in ten minutes that I can’t get out of. Do you think you’d want to go get him?”
Titus was coming home? Which meant Damian wouldn’t want to kill everybody so much anymore?
Bentley glanced over at Dick, who nodded. “I can. Do you want to come with?”
It took him a second to realize the question was aimed at him.
“Oh. Yeah,” He replied. 
“Great. Sorry to interrupt your movie. The ending is terrible, though, you’re welcome for sparing you from that,” Bruce murmured as he retreated from the doorway. 
“Don’t spoil it!” Dick shouted, throwing a throw pillow in that general direction.
“Alfred will call the vet and let him know you’re picking Titus up!” Was Bruce’s reply to the muted thud the pillow made.
Dick sighed and clicked the TV off, “Looks like I have to change out of my pajamas,” He stated, rising from the couch in his Wonder Woman pants. “Nice jacket, by the way.”
Bentley glanced down at the blue jacket he was wearing, realizing that it probably once belonged to Dick. (He loved having hand-me-downs instead of the stiff fancy stuff his father got him.)
“I’ll meet you by the front door in a few minutes!” Dick stated, disappearing from the room only a few seconds later. 
Bentley went upstairs and put his shoes on. The Manor was eerily quiet. He supposed Tim, Cass, and Jason were doing their own things, as none of them had been to the Manor in a few days. (The only one that Bentley actually knew had a job was Tim, only because his father had drilled it into his head that many parts of Wayne Enterprises would fail without him. He’s the one you want to go after, his father had told him.) If only Bentley wasn’t so intimidated by the teenager’s giant brain, he might actually do that.
He padded back downstairs toward the front door. The entryway was bathed with bright sunlight that warmed the air, and Bentley enjoyed it. (Bruce kept the Manor cold.) Dick came down the stairs not two minutes later in a t-shirt, jeans, and a black jacket.
“All set to go, bud?” He questioned. Bentley nodded, and Dick opened the front door. “We’re leaving!” He shouted to no one in particular.
They made their way through the door, and the cold breeze bit at Bentley’s skin. The sunlight did little to warm him outside. Dick’s car was sitting in one of the already-open garages.
“You can ride wherever you want,” Dick stated. “Well, the trunk has some stuff in it, but I think I’d be able to make enough room if you want to pretend to be a suitcase. Or a carryon. You’re not very big.”
Bentley snickered, and Dick smiled his million dollar smile as he popped open the driver’s side door. Bentley settled on the passenger’s side — at least until they had Titus.
The drive seemed shorter than the ride with Bruce. Probably because there wasn’t a dog seizing in the back seat. Dick had also taken it upon himself to teach Bentley about music, and instead of the new-age pop stuff the boy had expected, Dick’s entire playlist was made up of old music. Like, really old music. Like from the fifties and sixties music. 
Bentley liked it.
They arrived at the vet’s office just shy of three o’clock (according to Dick’s dash) and the receptionist smiled brightly at them as soon as they walked in. It was a different receptionist than last time. It was an older woman before — now it looked like a girl around Jason’s age, maybe older, and she was staring at Dick the same way some of the business women stared at Bentley’s father. Which made him feel weird.
Bentley glanced around the waiting room while Dick spoke to her, eyes sticking on a sandy colored kitten a woman in the corner was holding. It had on a collar that was too big for its little body and he thought it was adorable.
A few moments later, however, the vet came out of the back room with Titus on a leash, whose tongue was flopping out the side of his mouth and silver eyes were bright. He spotted Dick and Bentley and ran the leash right out of the vet’s hand, hopping across the room with high-pitched, excited noises.
“Hey, boy!” Bentley greeted just in time for Titus to hop up and knock him straight over. He landed on his butt, but he didn’t much care — it didn’t hurt and he was just happy the dog was okay. Titus started licking all over his face and he heard Dick chuckle. 
After a few minutes spent in the floor, Dick put the leash back on Titus. “I think we’re just on time to pick Dami up from school. I’m sure Titus would be a welcomed surprise.”
Bentley stood up and brushed off his pants without replying. They took Titus out to the car, and Bentley sat in the back with him, petting the over-excited dog as Dick drove off and called Duke, notifying him that he wouldn’t need to drive Damian home today.
They pulled into the pickup line at Gotham Academy not twenty minutes later. It was a huge stone school building whose architecture was old and almost victorian looking. It looked just like the picture of Damian Bentley had seen before. There were already students streaming out the doors in matching uniforms, getting in cars and piling on buses. There were a lot of kids.
Bentley didn’t have a hard time spotting Damian when he came out — he was one of the only kids not in a group or clique. He scanned the row of cars before he spotted Dick’s, and with an annoyed expression, came walking forward.
As soon as he opened the back door, Titus leaped out and started squeaking again, jumping up on Damian like he hadn’t seen him in years.
“Titus!” Damian exclaimed, all annoyance stripped from his face and voice as he scratched the dog’s head. He was smiling — probably as wide as Bentley had seen him smile the whole time he’d been there. “I didn’t know you were coming home!”
The dog was licking him all over the face like he had Bentley. Although, being Robin, he didn’t get knocked down when Titus jumped.
Damian climbed in the car next to Bentley, and Titus jumped in afterward. 
“He has some meds, but other than that he’s all clear,” Dick explained as Damian closed the car door. “And very excited to see you.”
Damian didn’t respond, but kept petting the dog, who was practically vibrating in between them from excitement. Throughout the drive home, he kept stomping his front legs and spinning in circles to lick both boy’s on the face, and it made Bentley really happy. 
When they’d almost made it back to the Manor, Damian spoke up, albeit quietly: “I’d like to… apologize to you for my behavior during Titus’s absence,” He spoke softly, maybe trying to be quiet enough that Dick couldn’t hear him? Bentley glanced over at Damian, and he was looking right back at him. “I noticed you began to avoid me, and I do not blame you. I did not think about how my behavior would affect you. I’m sorry.”
Bentley smiled lightly, and a weird little feeling sprouted in his chest. Weird, but a good weird, weird like he was shocked he cared enough about how he felt to apologize. Weird like Damian (an eleven year old assassin superhero that he’d only known for twenty-four days) cared more about how he felt than his actual father did.
“It’s okay, Damian.”
He nodded, and went back to petting Titus.
The rest of the daylight was spent by Bentley and Damian playing with Ace and Titus in the backyard. He would’ve stayed out past dark but it got really cold then — so they went in for dinner (which Jason and Tim had suddenly shown up for.) and it was a lot more peaceful than it had been. 
Then Dick whisked Bentley away to restart The Outsiders from the beginning as their nightly show. They returned to their previous spots on the couch (Dick had found his way back into his Wonder Woman pants.) and turned it back on before anybody could argue about what was on.
About ten minutes into the movie, Bruce came in and made for a chair, muttering something about not watching his favorite movie without him, and five minutes after that, Damian and Titus took up the spot on the opposite side of Bentley. 
About halfway through the movie, Tim slinked inside and quietly took a seat in a chair near the door. And then Jason appeared, muttering about how the book was so much better, but he sat down on the other side of Dick anyways.
And as Bentley watched Ponyboy and his found family of friends deal with life on the screen, he glanced around at the horde of black-haired-blue-eyed acquaintances he’d acquired. 
Was it childish to wish it could stay like that forever? He bet Ponyboy wished the same thing when he and the Greasers were together. 
But Ponyboy’s perfect found family came to an abrupt end. And Bentley knew his would, too.
He flinched when a hand landed on the back of his head, in his hair, realizing that he hadn’t actually been watching the movie at all. His eyes had been closed.
“It’s okay, kiddo. You can go to sleep,”
However, his found family wasn’t coming to an end that night. So he didn’t find it hard to obey Dick’s suggestion, letting his head find its way onto the oldest Wayne boy’s shoulder, settling into the couch as Dick’s fingers repetitively carded through his red hair. (It felt heavenly — he’d never understand why Tim wanted him to stop so badly before.)
He was sure Dick wouldn’t mind to watch the movie again tomorrow, anyways, so Bentley could catch the ending.
With that settled, he let himself drift into darkness, surrounded by people he wished he could stay with forever.
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daddysfangirls-dc · 4 days
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UnTamed Ch.10
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Damian isn't talking. Dick had put more energy into spending more time and communicating with Damian, but he still hadn't said anything to connect with his strange behavior. The others tried following Damian, but it was hard to continue trailing him between work, patrol, and their own cases. So weeks had gone by, and no one had answers. While he is at home, his behavior has returned to normal. His actions during patrol were still erratic. He did his route and cases as usual, but he was also disappearing and turning off his comms. It wasn't enough to involve Bruce yet, but it was still something Barbara flogged and watched. They could do nothing else but watch. 
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The snow had settled. It was no longer the stunning pure white. Then again, Gotham's snow was never pure white; it was a slush of brown and grey on the ground, and on the roof, it was off-white until his family trampled on them. It reminded him of the time he meant her.
Perched on a rooftop, the streets are below. Tonight, Robin was going solo despite how many people gravitated home to family as the weather grew cold. Everyone was given a solos patrol to cover more ground—everyone except Redhood, who was partnered with Nightwing in Crime Alley. During seasons like these, people got desperate, and rouges got scheming, so no one went in Crime Alley alone.
But Damian, aka Robin, wasn't in Crime Alley. He was in the heights perched high by himself. In the dark, company finally came in the form of a tweeting bird, a robin to be specific, how fitting. Muting his comm he turned to his little friend " Hello" as he held out his finger for her to land. " You shouldn't be here. I'm working. You're distracting me." Hopping off his finger, she shifts to her proper form. 
She leans with her arms across the ledge, ignoring the snow. " I'm distracting you?"  he doesn't dare look. " will you come visit me once you're done working?" 
He sighed deeply. " I don't think that will be possible. I have more family in town, which means more eyes.  They'll notice my absence." 
Then she sighed. " Okay, I'll visit you then. Is that okay?" 
"I'd like that," and with that, she took off in the night sky once again in the form of a robin. 
"Is everything okay?" Oracle asked once he turned his coms back on. 
"I found a stray in the snow."
"Is it okay?"
"She's fine."
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"Good morning," Asta said as Damian slowly woke up. He opened his eyes to find her sitting against his headboard in the nude, petting Titus, whose head was in her lap. Damian slipped out of bed and began his morning routine with an audience of Asta and Titus. " Anything special happening today?"
"Nothing premeditated" 
She chuckled as she kissed Titus. " He makes it sound like he's going to commit murder." 
"simply expanding your vocabulary."
She and Titus watched him as he did his stretches and breathing exercises. She gave Titus a few more kisses before joining him. The two stretched in silence, Titus watching them. This was their morning routine. It wasn't every morning, but when she was here, and he woke, she'd give whatever pets in his room some affection and then join him in stretches and exercise. After all was said and done she left to patrol and do her day's work or stay and laze the day with Damian. Today was a lazy day. 
"So what are we doing today?" 
"Nothing specific. My siblings are here, so it would be bothersome to plan something, knowing one of them would inevitably interrupt." Asta nodded along as she watched Damian rant about his sibling through the rest of his morning routine. 
After their last conversation, Damian knew he couldn't just approach his family and tell them to be less emotional. He instead presented the idea of exposure therapy, exposing her to his emotional family little by little in hopes of not making her comfortable with their negative emotions but being able to put her in a room without her physically reacting or needing to flee from them. As of right now, she could be in the manor with a full house but could not be in a room with everyone at once. She was doing better.
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"you've got nothing either," Tim said. Everyone came together to discuss Damian's case. They all had nothing. Talking to him resulted in nothing, and stalking resulted in less. They were getting nowhere. A group of the world's greatest detectives duped by a teenage boy. 
"we're too spread out. We all need to make a choice and stick with it," Barbara said, trying to get everyone on the same page. She was more aware of Damian new behaviors than the others. 
"Dick is so desperate to 'talk' it out, knowing how he knows you'll get nowhere. He's not dependent on you as much as you think he is," Tim said, clearly frustrated. " Talk. Go talk. And when you get nothing again, we'll start the real work. And find what the fuck he's hiding. He is not as innocent as you think." 
Dick didn't say anything and left the room. He wasn't going to participate in this argument. Tim huffed and sat down dramatically.
Jason chuckled. " You're both so dramatic. He's a teenager, vigilante aside, a teenage boy going through puberty. I don't believe this situation is that serious. I'm actually with Steph on this one."
"Wait, what?"
"Maybe a girl or boy is involved. Can't say it's not possible. Damian CAN talk to people, and this wouldn't be the first time Robin got involved with a civilian." He said, eyeing the whole table, except Duke, a few notable people got uncomfortable.
Although it was extremely rare and frowned upon in some cases, vigilantes did get involved with civilians while in masks. Some relationships were short, only a night, and others were long term and might have resulted in new maks. If this is what is truly happening, they couldn't condemn him for it.
"You seem so sure," Duke said 
"It's obvious someone else is involved-"
"You read too many romance novels," Steph said 
"Proof me wrong."
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"Hey," Dick entered the library to find Damian sitting in a little window nook. Damian acknowledged him with a single nod but didn't look up from his book. Dick didn't really know where to begin, though. "whatcha reading" he tilted the book showing the cover. A book on felines. 
Dick also took a moment to observe his younger brother. In the corner of the window nook, legs crossed the book, a bit on the large side, sitting on his knees and one hand behind the book at the small movement of his arm and the small purrs he presumed to pet Alfred. He assumed. But his assumption was obviously wrong as said Felione strolled past them without a care.
"Damian?"
"Yes?"
"What's in your lap?"
"A cat" Dicked looked to where Alferd just passed, then back to Damian, who dropped the book to reveal a black cat in his lap.
Dick sighed and pinched his nose"Damian."
"she's a stray, doesn't like to stay put. She'll be gone by nightfall." Not true. She'd either be in his bed or at their safe house. 
"Damian," he hummed in acknowledgment, " We're worried about you." he looked at him confused. " You've been acting strange lately, and no one knows why. Want to tell me what's going on? " Dick says as he sits down across from Damian and his stray friend. 
"Strange behaviors?" he questioned as he stroked her fur and petted her. 
"mainly on patrol. You turn off your coms, stay in a location for too long, or stray from your route a few times. A few times too many. What's going on, Damian ?"  
For a moment, he said nothing, content with just petting her fur. " I didn't know my behavior was alarming. I'm sorry."
"Thank you. But that doesn't explain your behavior." Damian just looked at him with furrowed brows as she purred at his touch. Picking up the kitty, he stands up.
"I have," he says as he returns his book." She has come far, but it makes sense she's very loyal."
So, he was blaming the cat for his concerning behavior. And ... well, Dick believed him. Not entirely; he knew there was more than this cat involved. Now, he didn't doubt the cat's involvement with his much Damian loves animals, but there had to be more. But he knew he wasn't going to get any more from him. While Damian didn't lie, at least he didn't feel like it; he knew he didn't tell the whole truth. And if he still wasn't talking to him, he wasn't going to. 
"She sure is," he says, reaching to pet the cat. Damian skillfully moved and dodged his hand. Dick watched as he coddled her to his chest, Disappeared out of the library. It appeared they would be going with Tim's stalking plan.
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"They're on to us," Asta giggled as she flopped on the bed after shifting back. Damian takes a seat at his desk. 
"We're going to have to be more careful."
She noticed that he was serious." What does that mean? Do you want me to go?"
"No," Damian jumped up. " I just mean that we need to be more careful. More aware of our surroundings and those around us."
"That's a lot of people, considering all your siblings are here. Here, as in the manor. I can stay at the apartment. Plus, there has been drama in the narrows. I should be closer to help." 
Damian 'TT' as he sat down in defeat. Standing up, she approaches him, running her fingers through his hair. He leans into her touch, it was gentle and warm. " I want you... here. I want you here."
"I'm sorry," she said as she kissed his forehead. He leaned into her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. He hummed as she pressed her lips against his. She sighed as she pulled away. "You'll know where to find me."
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Asta left first, going to handle business in the narrow. Someone treated the prostitutes not so nicely; the culprit was found and delivered to the police missing an important appendage, but the girls were safe, and that's all that mattered. Those who were hurt were at the clinic, and those who weren't were warned and told to be safe. 
Asta and her organization were now working to create a specific and safe area for the workers. They were even looking into collaborating with Red Hood's gang. She was working on a proposal.  When she heard knocking on the window, looking up, she saw Robin in all his glory outside the window, and she rushed to open the window. 
"Are you alright? Did something happen?"
"I'm fine. Nothing happened. What are you doing?" He looked past her to see a map, papers, a bunch of highlighters, and pens. 
"Helping sex workers. Making plans," She says as she climbs out the window, joining him on the fire escape. "Some douchebag that likes beating on women. He's at the hospital and with the police now. But I realized that the girls need more protection. And kids can't provide the protection they need. The protection Red Hood provided his girls 24/7 security." 
Robin listens as Asta explains her plans to collaborate with Hood. As he listened his eyes raked over her body. Despite it being winter, she wore a mini white sundress and a collar he had gifted her. She stopped talking, she seemly leaned back and let his gaze from his seat on the steps. 
"You're a distraction," Robin whispers 
"Well, that's not fair you bought me this dress." she picked at the hem with a small smile 
"that I did."
"And I didn't ask for you to be here. You're here of your own free will. And you can leave at any time."
Robin 'TT'. She was right about everything. He chooses to buy that dress and that collar. He chose to come see her tonight. And he chose to stay. It was a choice, and he made them all. She was a choice.
The night was slow. His brothers could handle it.
"you're still here," she whispered as she tugged on the collar tags; he just smirked. Asta smirked, and she crawled towards him until they were inches apart. He reaches forward, brushing some hair out of her face.
" Hi," she whispered. She giggled as he brushed her bottom lip with his thumb.
Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her head, and their lips connected. They could never get over how soft their lips were. Asta pulled away slightly to breathe; he chased her lips again, this time with tongue, and she let him freely explore her mouth. Let him have control. His tongue is delicate as he takes his time invading her. It was a new experience, a new sensation for her, having someone else's tongue in her mouth. But it felt good. Her inexperience rounding its head, he catches her by surprise again, his lips wrapping around the tip of her tongue and lightly sucking. She lets out a small moan.
Robin quickly pulled away. 
"Sorry," Asta says breathlessly. "No, no, I got carried away. Forgot about our surroundings for a moment." 
Robin was also catching his breath, wiping his palms on his pants. " I should return to patrol."
"Yes, yes, of course," Asta said as she stood up. Robin closed his eyes as she stood up. Robin closed his eyes as she stood directly in front of him in her mini-dress. She quickly apologized and backed away. He quickly stood up after her. "Bye," she quickly said, then dove into the apartment. Once she was gone, Robin sat for another minute or two before he, too, finally got up and left.
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"He's going to see us, and then he's going to kill us." 
"He's a bit preoccupied, Red Robin, as he, Spoiler, and the Orphan crouched on a roof hidden as they watched Robin with a girl on a fire escape.
The girl was sitting on the floor across from Robin, who was seated on the steps. He was holding onto part of the railing above him. They were talking. The way they were positioned, Red Robin couldn't see Robin's mouth, but he could see part of the girl's mouth and could read/understand only a few words, with his lip reading skill, not enough to fully understand the contents they were speaking in. Red Hood and prostitutes were mentioned, but he didn't understand the contents of their conversation. 
Orphan observed their body language but said nothing besides "friendly." Whatever she saw satisfied her enough for her to step back. "What are they doing?"
"I don't-oh"
They watched as the girl crawled across the floor and kissed Robin. " Alright, that's enough." they watched as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.
"And you said Damian couldn't get a girl," Spoiler said. They watched them for a long time, uncomfortable. When Robin and the girl finally pulled apart, their farewell was quick. The girl dipped back inside, closing the window. Robin sat on the steps with his head down for a few minutes before he got up and returned to patrol.
"Looks like Jason was right," Spoiler teased as Red Robin purposely ignored her. While Red looked unpleased and dissatisfied, he was actually relieved knowing that the league wasn't involved and amused that he was actually doing something his age but also a bit uncertain as he didn't know who this girl was. Was she a civilian or someone more? He was going to find out. He'd know all her by tomorrow sunrise.
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wesavegotham · 1 year
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Batman vs Robin #4...spoilers and a long rant under the cut.
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Waid continues what he started doing in the preview and wastes Bruce's inner monologue on listing the martial arts moves they are doing. What is he trying to tell us with this? They know a lot of fighting techniques, what a revelation. The parts not about martial arts aren't that interesting either.
When I got to this page I thought for a split second that Bruce was finally going to reflect on his relationship with Damian a bit, but it's the most basic, surface level deep stuff you could possibly write. And instead of picking something meaningful from their history (Bruce gifting Damian Titus, Damian giving Bruce one of Martha's pearls he searched for in the sewers, the scavanger hunt, their trip to the moon, Bruce reviving Damian...) the artist gave us...this. Heartwarming. You can really feel how much writer and artist care for the relationship this book is supposedly about according to the title.
Also apparently obligatory Talia bashing.
I believe Bruce saying "he's my son" here was supposed to make me feel something, but it's all just so damn basic. He's Bruce's son, and? He doesn't seem to like him as a person and Damian being Bruce's son has never stopped Bruce from letting Damian down. Badly. If Damian being his son truly meant anything their relationship wouldn't have gotten this bad.
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If anyone feels happy that Bruce's injuries from the last issue didn't get ignored here, let me assure you, despite it looking like it for a few pages none of this is going to matter later.
(I'm going to skip a page here, it's just more martial arts move and Bruce thinking that Damian can counter all of his moves. I'm really not sure what Waid wants to tell me with this. Am I supposed to think that Damian is a real threat? But Bruce already said that he could easily beat him under normal circumstances. Pride? But again, he's doesn't seem that impressed? Idk. I don't get Waid's Bruce.)
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It's not compelling.
Also, as if anyone would even think for one second DC would let Bruce seriously be beaten by Damian. DC makes Damian lose against characters that picked up martial arts like two weeks ago to hype them up or to "teach Damian a lesson"
(Another uninteresting page of Damian punching Bruce and talking about killing him I'm going go skip here.)
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Because why should Damian ever be allowed to have a win?
Also, we could have gotten a cool scene of Bruce rescuing Talia and talking about saving their son together, but instead Waid chose to go for the boring "gotcha, Bruce always pulls something out of his ass" route. I swear to god, DC writers are so afraid of letting Bruce make mistakes or be in real danger that it's infuriating. It's so boring to read Bruce. I know this twist is coming, I'm just always hoping they don't do it because it's such a predictable twist at this point.
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Yay. Batgod😒
With the power of the helmet Bruce simply breaks Nezha's control over the possessed characters and teleports most of them home.
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Damian immediately begging for forgiveness from Bruce kinda irks me. Especially when I consider how Bruce talked to Damian in the first issue and how he thinks about him...it just all gives me the vibe that this book is trying to "put Damian in his place". It's all so...patriachal? In a really bad way.
Bruce starts fighting Nezha. Bruce is batgod and Nezha is boring.
Talia and Damian go after Mother Soul, but Mother Soul can't really do anything on her own, so they beat her easily. She's also boring.
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Nezha continues to be generic.
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Bruce's line could have been really cool and touching. If Waid had built up to it. But at no point did Bruce reflect on anything Damian said to him during this book or think about how his mistakes as a father landed them in this situation, so when and how did Bruce reach the conclusion that this was actually about being the father Damian needs?
Because to me it feels like Damian was only in this as an excuse to draw Batman going up against demons.
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*sigh* I feel like I read this dialogue 100 times already.
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Bruce is still fighting Nezha, but is too cool to use magic correctly, so Nezha is able to pull the helmet off his head and the helmet breaks and lands in the lazarus pit, releasing all the magic it accumulated into it. If Damian had pulled something like this he would be laughed at for his arrogance, but this is Bruce so instead Nezha just rants about how great Bruce is:
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You know, for one second I thought Damian was actually allowed to something useful for once in this story and save Bruce, but of course it doesn't go that way.
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Instead Bruce ends up saving Damian. Why actually talk about their relationship issues if you can just throw in a heroic sacrifice to resolve it all?
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Do you know how many times DC has "killed" Bruce this year? He'll be fine.
Also, Bruce had basically nothing nice to say about Damian or Talia this entire book so seeing them care so much about his death is just...guys, he's not worth it.
King Fire Bull arrives and starts fighting Nezha because he apparently killed his real parents. I don't care, they are both generic.
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Black Alice revives Bruce with the lazarus magic running through Nezha's veins. I guess that is why Bruce turns into a demon in Lazarus Planet.
Nezha flees, the humans run to the plane Bruce arrived with and King Fire Bull blows up the volcano that spews the contaminated lazarus pit water all over the world.
Uff. I just feel like Waid has absolutely nothing interesting to say about Bruce and Damian's relationship. There is zero reflection going on. This book only exists to make Bruce look cool and everyone else is only there to give him opportunities to do so.
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skyetenshi · 6 months
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Hier eine Liste mit Liebe für die rote Rächer Folge:
Justus ist aber niedlich interessiert an der Vergangenheit seiner Zieheltern. - Zu recht. Ich will einen Roman nur mit der epischen Liebesgeschickte von Mathilda und Titus. Und ich lese nie freiwillig Liebesromane.
Mathilda spricht über ihre Jugend Rockkonzerte mit Titus. Außerdem war sie ein heißes Schnittchen mit vielen Verehrern.
Matilda war so heiß, dass sie selbst 20-30 Jahre später immer noch einen Verehrer aus der Schule hat. Hot damn!
Justus ist nervlich fertig wegen dem Brandstifter und Peter und Bob stehen ihm bei. <3
Der Schrottplatz ist in Gefahr [worüber ich mich nicht freuen sollte, aber es fühlt sich nach einer echten Gefahr an, denn das ist unser Schrottplatz! Wir sind die Schrottplatzkinder!]
Die fucking Kassette von Modern Talking! Like what the fuck Warum hat Justus die? Der Erzähler sagt Justus mag die Kassette nicht, aber er kann sie auch nicht überspielen weil ja die Löschlasche rausgebrochen ist! Die Kassette ist einfach verflucht und liegt hundert Folgen später bestimmt immer noch in der Zentrale rum! Das hier ist auch eigentlich kein Punkt der Liebe mehr für die Folge, sondern eine tiefgehende Angst, die ich so eben in mir entdeckt habe.... wisst ihr was. Machen wir Hass.
Ein wenig Hass für die Folge!
Die Polizei ist absolut furchtbar in ihren Ermittlungsmethoden. Sie sind nicht geeignet, um mit Kindern umzugehen und sollten dafür entlassen werden.
und. Kleiner Rant.
Justus sagt er lebe mit Mathilda und Titus wie in einer RICHTIGEN FAMILIE. WAS FÜR EIN UNDANKBARES STÜCK! Die tun alles für ihn! Und er sagt es ist wie ein richtige Familie. Wenn die das gehört hätten! Nach all den Jahren! Was für ein Assi!
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So re your tags on the pope post...
Where's the menorah krindor?
So, starting at the very beginning.
70 CE: Titus sacks Jerusalem and loots the Second Temple. In his triumph (fancy war parade) he has the Menorah, as is recorded by Josephus Flavius in 71 CE and by the Arch of Titus' reliefs in 81 CE
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The Menorah is displayed in the Tempulum Pacis in Rome, and 2nd century CE Rabbis claim to have seen it in Rome, as well as various other artifacts from the desroyed temple including the parochet and the choshen.
Now here's the thing. This is the last time historical texts mention the Menorah by name so everything below here needs to be taken with an increasing pile of salt
410 CE: The Visigoths sack Rome. Procipius of Ceasarea (500-560), a Byzantine Historian, writes that the Visigoths take "treasures of Solomon the King of the Hebrews." If this includes the Menorah, the trail goes cold. So that's it right? The Menorah got taken to a secondary location and was lost forever, right?
Wrong, because that's not the only time Procipius mentions Jewish Temple loot.
425 CE: The Vandals sack Rome again, to the point where the word vandalize comes from it. Procipius notes that their leader, Geiseric, takes "a huge amount of imperial treasure" with him to Carthage, which was at that time the Vandal capital.
Trust me this is relevant
534 CE: The Byzantine Emperor Justinian sacks Carthage, and they hold a triumph in Constantinople. Among the paraded items are "treasures of the Jews, which Titus, the son of Vespasian, together with certain others, had brought to Rome after the capture of Jerusalem”
That these "treasures of the Jews" include the Menorah is not a new theory, as is indicated in the 19th century painting Geiseric sacking Rome by Karl Bryullov
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(Note the Menorah)
So it's in Istanbul right?
Wrong, because our boy Procipius isn't done yet: according to him, Justinian sent the "treasures of the Jews" to Christian sanctuaries in Jerusalem, since he heard that they were cursed that any city save Jerusalem that held them was doomed to be sacked.
This is the last time the "treasures of the Jews" are mentioned in historical texts.
So for our next step, lets look at major churches in Jerusalem in the 6th century, and officially enter the cork-board and string section of this rant post.
As well as the extant Church of the Holy Sepulcher, the Hagia Sion Basilica, and the Church of the Holy Apostles, Justinian built a church himself in the city, called the Nea, in 534 CE, just nine years after sacking Carthage. It would not be unreasonable that he'd send the Menorah to his own church, so we can theorize that it's in the Nea for the remainder of the 6th century (there are, of course, problems with relying on one historian's account of these things, but this is for fun, not a published article)
So that's it? It's in one of the churches of Jerusalem?
...
So in 614 CE Jerusalem gets sacked by the Sasanian/Persian Empire, who according to historical records destroy all the churches.
Now here's the thing. Recent archaeological evidence gives rise to the possibility that our Byzantine historical sources are trying to stir up outrage against the Sasanians: While mass graves dating to around 614 CE were found, the churches and Christian residential neighborhoods were barely, if at all, damaged, and the Nea itself was very possibly completely undamaged. This is, however, a recent theory, and the academics are still hashing it out.
So it may be in one of the churches of Jerusalem?
Tragically, even if the 614 siege didn't get the churches, in 1009 the Fatimid Caliph al-Hakim bi-Amr Allah destroyed all churches, synagogues, and many religious artifacts of both Christians and Jews in Jerusalem. So if by some miracle the Menorah had survived until this point, if it was in Jerusalem it was most likely destroyed.
But that's disappointing, and what's a good conspiracy theory without going a step or two beyond what is reasonable?
Apparently, while the churches, synagogues and most of the artifacts were destroyed, at least in the case of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, objects that could be carried away were looted, rather than destroyed. And if we know anything about the Menorah at this point, that thing is certainly able to be carried away by people.
If the Menorah was looted rather than destroyed, it's not unreasonable that it would have made it's way to the Fatimid capital of Cairo. However, as the historical record dried up some 500 years beforehand, beyond this point it's unreasonable to attempt to track the Menorah.
So that's it. If the Menorah wasn't destroyed it most likely made its way to Egypt and was lost or destroyed there.
Is what I'd say if I wasn't so far down this rabbit hole I was beyond reason. Because as we all know there's one place that has all the significant treasures of Cairo and a penchant for looting:
The British Museum
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ggomos-maribat · 1 year
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She’s just about to carry the carton of milk out of the kitchen when something catches her eye. There, on the bottom of the fridge, a paper is attached with a tacky ‘I love Gotham’ magnet. Marinette recognizes it as Damian’s drawing of Batcow and Titus positioned next to each other. 
Her lip curls into a pout while she pours her milk. Must be Dad who put it there. Hm. But not the design sketch he asked from me last week. 
She knows that sketch is currently in her father’s office but having Damian’s work on the fridge is different. It’s public. It shows Bruce’s pride. Marinette taps her fingers on the kitchen island as she takes a swig straight from the carton. 
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Time to get to work. 
A couple days later, it’s Damian who first sees the newest update on the fridge’s double doors. He spots the sketch after a training session, noting how Marinette’s work is purposefully drawn in a paper larger than his and it’s attached to the fridge in a way that it slightly covers his artwork. 
Damian glares at it. Two can play it that way. 
“The atrocity!” Marinette gasps dramatically. “How can Dad even agree to put that up on the fridge? And how?” 
This time it’s not a thick piece of paper on a fridge. It’s a full square-shaped canvas, wooden frame and all, stuck to the fridge. Painted on it is a depiction of the Batcave from a top view. 
“I’m surprised Alfred agreed to have that there,” Tim says, tilting his head. 
“He’s so petty. He’s awfully petty,” Marinette rants. 
“And you’re not?” 
She scoffs. “But I’m actually Dad’s favorite.” 
“Hm.” 
Damian grits his teeth. Marinette has taken it up a notch—she has created a paper mache figurine of the Bat symbol and it somehow stuck to the fridge. 
She cheekily smiles, leaning on the kitchen doorway. 
“What are you going to do next?” Marinette crosses her arms smugly. “A clay model? Let’s see how that stays on the fridge.” 
Damian rolls his eyes. “You do know that Father will find a way to attach it whatever it might be right?” 
“He’ll give up on your next one.” 
“What the actual fuck?!” Marinette yells. “That fucker!” 
It’s not a statue, nor a figurine on the fridge but an actual working Wayne tablet, with a digital painting displayed on its screen. 
Dick howls with laughter beside her. 
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incorrectbatfam · 2 years
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headcanons for dami’s pets 💞
Ace and Titus have their own Batman-Robin dynamic where Titus is like "I wanna do the thing" and Ace is like "You're not doing the thing" and Titus is like "But you did that thing" and Ace is like "I don't care, you're not doing the thing"
The dogs once surprised Alfred the cat on his birthday... by towering over him with their full toothy smiles
Jerry the Turkey has Novemberphobia, so all the pets team up to guard him from any non-Damian human
Titus is determined to live long enough to walk Damian down the aisle
Bat-Cow cries while reading Nicholas Sparks
When a few alley cats were picking on Alfred for being a pampered house pet, Damian got revenge by taking them to the shelter where they were adopted and became the thing they once taunted
Titus's favorite bedtime story is Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up
When Goliath was a baby, he did the thing all kids do where he hid from Damian behind a lamp or under the table, because he thought Damian couldn't see him if he couldn't see Damian
Ace had former crushes on both Bud and Lou—he has a thing for canines who can snap a chew toy in half with one jaw clench
Titus and Krypto invite each other over for the smallest things, like "you wanna share this chicken Damian gave me" or "check out Clark's new toilet, the water is AMAZING"
Alfred has drama with Kara's cat, Streaky, after she stole his cardboard box
Jerry once snuck off to outer space to help B'dg and Ch'p, the chipmunks with Lantern rings, rescue a chimp from a drifting space pod
When there's enough grass in her system, Bat-Cow rants about her messy breakup with Comet the Super-Horse
When the batfam are out on patrol, the pets all work on their secret project of digging a tunnel to Baconland, a bacon-themed amusement park
Beppo the Super-Monkey makes relationship advice TikToks and Alfred despises them
Whenever Titus is feeling down, Krypto will fly across the sky like a shooting star so Titus can make a wish
Ace's inferiority complex is so strong that he doesn't realize all the other animals look up to him
Titus forever regrets drinking from the stadium toilet
Goliath is the reason people believe the Manor is haunted
All the Wayne animals share a love of Japanese synth-pop
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How do you think luche drautos and Tredd comfort their partner
Hi anon! :) I am sorry for the late answer!!! But I didn´t have much inspiration these days and with my health ... Anyway there is my answer, hope you wil like it :)
Luche Lazarus
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He will prepare your favourite comford food and drink
definitively encouraging sweet words ( "You are wonderful." " I believe in you." )
wraps you in blanket like a burrito and talks about the problem ( he´s very observant, so be honest)
simply lavish you in attention (and kisses)
Titus Drautos
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Titus will be a little clueless at first (give him a break, he really tries!)
I can see him hugs you and gently kiss your forehead ("What is it, love? Tell me, please.")
will lend a ear to your problems (you can rant to him)
holds your hand, his finger gracing your knuckles
takes you out shopping (whatever your eyes lands on, he bought it)
Tredd Furia
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TOUCH! man´s love language is touch, so of course he will use it (Hugs, pats on the head, tickles, you name it)
Jokes and sexual inuntendos to brighten your day ("Furia´s a day will keep bad moods away")
is either taking you out to gym to punch the pain away or staying with you to watch movies ( of course, you will get a take out)
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