Bruce had a hyper-fixation on bats growing up and that’s why he’s Batman
Damian’s first pet was a Robin gifted to him by Ra’s as some form of irony from him
Jason vaguely remembers his time at LoA, but it’s all very hazy and the only clear thing he remembers is Damian’s laughter
Jason was assigned as Damian protector and caretaker at his time at the LoA
Damian was super upset at Jason for not acknowledge their time together before realizing Jason doesn’t remember
Bernard did find Dana Drake incredibly attractive, but he was mostly using her as a cover for him writing “Bernard Drake” in his notebooks
Bernard had a crush on Tim during high school
Tim saw Bernard writing “Bernard Drake” in his notebooks once and after Bernard told him it was for Dana, Tim told him “You know she’s only a Drake because she’s married to my dad right?”
Bernard was sent to a catholic boarding school after the Darla incident
Bernard figured out Tim was Robin during his time at his catholic boarding school
Bernard is more interested in Tim Drake than Robin even if he’s a fanboy, he’ll always be more of a Tim stan.
Dick purposely eats weird things to freak out his family, he’s actually a very good cook
Much like cooking Dick is a great singer, but purposely sings badly to bother the family
Duke teaches Damian about pop culture and they are actually super close
Everyone, but Duke, got a bit freaked out when Damian put his pop culture lessons to used, Duke was very proud
Bruce and Damian have Martha Wayne’s smile
While people argue that Damian looks the most like Bruce or Talia, all Alfred sees is Martha
Damian becomes a veterinary surgeon taking after one of his better grandfathers but adding his own twist
Damian gives the best advice out of the family but is the last person everyone goes to for advice
All the Bats have built an immunity to motion sickness
🌌🌙🍯 (night, moon, honey) Preferably in canon era/universe
Song for atmosphere: here (Easily - Bruno Major)
I was incredibly flustered writing this, enjoy!
Wei Wuxian stares up in his husband's eyes, the molten gold of his pupils shining into the cool-toned light of the moon. Lan Wangji's eyes have caught onto something outside, his eyes lazily dragging over the vast expanse of the starry night sky, expression soft and placid.
He's always been beautiful, Wei Wuxian reminds himself, but there is something entirely otherworldly in see him like this, unguarded, vulnerable, relaxed between the pristine sheets of their bed. There is a cool breeze wafting from the open window, and Wei Wuxian has taken it as pretext to snuggle closer to Lan Wangji, laying his head on the other's chest and stealing glances at him from his privileged position right atop his heartbeat.
If he knows he's being stared at, Lan Wangji doesn't comment on it. The silence is warm, and his eyes seem lost in the distance, as if daydreaming. Wei Wuxian lets one of his hands reach up to run through his hair, and is rewarded with a soft smile, his husband's attention back on him. He hums, questioningly, but Wei Wuxian shakes his head that it's nothing, letting the hand in Lan Wangji's hair slide over his cheek, caressing the skin there.
Meanwhile, the hand Lan Wangji had on Wei Wuxian's lower back has begun moving up and down his spine, gently drawing shapes on the skin. He can't help staring at Wei Wuxian a little, sweeping his eyes over the other's features with the kind of awe that feels just a bit too close to worship. His eyes, soft with love, with gratitude, with wonder, remind Wei Wuxian of the finest honey, sweet, filling, everlasting.
Wei Wuxian feels the touches on his back, and realizes they aren't a senseless series of movements. He sits up just slightly, and steals a kiss from Lan Wangji's lips. "What are you writing on me, Hanguang-Jun?"
"I love you."
Then, Lan Wangji decides he's going to steal a kiss back, and he does, a rare laugh escaping him at Wei Wuxian's flustered expression.
"You're going to kill me one of these days!" he mumbles as he reclaims his spot on Lan Wangji's chest. hiding his face in the skin there.
"I would sure hope not. I've had enough of being without you."
"Lan Zhan!" comes the blushy protest as Wei Wuxian drags the light blanket over his head.
"There is no point hiding. You can still hear."
"No, I can't."
Lan Wangji huffs fondly. "Then I suppose you can't hear me telling you how incredibly happy I am to share the rest of my life with you."
The bundle of blankets that is Wei Wuxian makes a pitiful sound in Lan Wangji's arms.
"And you also cannot hear about how lucky I feel that I get to have you, in all the ways you let me."
Wei Wuxian wiggles himself off Lan Wangji in protest, taking all the blankets with him. He can't help a proper laugh this time.
"Wei Ying."
No response.
Lan Wangji tugs at the blanket, "It's cold."
A lie, and they both know it, but Wei Wuxian gives in and returns in his husband's arms.
"You know what!" He emerges, at last, so red in the face it's comical. "Two can play at this game! You think I can't wax poetic about you too?" And he clears his voice with emphasis. "Your eyes feel like having honey poured on my soul. And every time you're around, I feel so loved and safe and wanted that I want to scream it out in the world."
Lan Wangji's ears burn, but he doesn't protest. After all, he deserves this, he started it in the first place.
"And you've given me the life that I've never even thought would be possible beyond my dreams, you've given me a home, and a family, and a place in the world."
Lan Wangji wants to kiss him shut up, because he has to admit hearing all that has made his heart do sommersaults in his chest and he doubts that is healthy.
"Oh, and one more thing!" Wei Wuxian says, mischief in his eyes. "You're also very good at fu-"
Lan Wangji finally kisses him, and they entangle in the sheets again, a mess of blushes, giggles and love.
The last thing Lan Wangji had expected to find when he finally decided to visit Wei Ying in the Burial Mounds was - a gate. Tall, ornate, dark mahogany with motifs skillfully carved into it and two disciples, a man and a woman, guarding it.
They wore black robes with only the hems a vibrant red, swords resting at their hips as they scouted the area, talking quietly amongst themselves. They looked no different from disciples from other respectable cultivational sects - if anything, the way they appeared to carry themselves could have put many disciples from highbrow clans to shame. Lan Wangji couldn’t help the pride rising in his chest - of course, these two were Wei Ying’s disciples after all, and he was nothing short of exceptional, of course they had to be too.
Still, Lan Wangji couldn’t help but be surprised at everything that lay before his eyes. He had heard that the community Wei Ying nursed in the Burial Mounds had grown - the cultivation world had a lot of gossip to spread about that, none of it much too believable if you knew anything about Wei Ying and his heart - but Wangji hadn’t expected it to be a full blown settlement comparable, perhaps, even to the Cloud Recesses.
I'm always caught between "wanting to draw certain scenes in a fanfic I just read" vs "being unsure if fanfic writers welcome unsolicited art" vs "too socially inept to ask them" so I'm just stuck with random doodles I never bother to post
A muffled groan came from the pile of pillows and blankets in the middle of the bed. Raven wasn’t exactly a neat sleeper.
“Habibti I need to make the bed, and you need to get up, it's already 10:02am,” Damian said as he sat down next to the lump of comfort items.
“No.” Raven's muffled voice responded.
Damian raised an eyebrow, then got up and began to just grab at the blankets and pillows to toss them aside. Soon enough the only thing left on the bed were the sheets and a black haired, sleepy, stubborn, girl.
“Leave me alone,” Raven said as she shielded her eyes from the light.
“Obviously you weren’t prepared to go on a late night patrol with me. This won’t happen again,” Damian said as he crossed his arms. Although he’d never admit it, he loved spending time with his half-demon girlfriend. But never at her expense.
“No im just-” a yawn escaped her lips, “a bit tired just let me sleep,” Raven said as she turned to her side.
“That’s what you’ve been doing for the past seven hours, go and drink your tea. Then you’ll feel more awake,” Damian suggested.
Raven just mumbled something along the lines of “shut up” and ignored him, she was starting to be somewhat of an annoyance to the ex-assassin.
“If you don’t get up then I’ll make you get up,” Damian threatened.
“An average boy against the daughter of Trigon, I wouldn’t pay a penny to see that,” Raven responded, turning onto her back and making eye contact with the so-called “average boy”.
Damian’s eyes narrowed at Raven's words. She knew better than to underestimate him of all people. Raven levitated a pillow back to her and covered her face with it (I actually do this it helps me sleep when I’m restless 😋). Damian rolled his eyes, got onto the bed, and placed his hands on her waist. Raven jumped slightly, but still ignored him.
“Last chance Raven,” Damian said, a smirk making its way into his face.
“Dami, why can’t you let a girl rest in peace,” Raven asked, her voice muffled once again.
“Tt, if I let you rest all the time you’d become lazy,” Damian said as he began to tickle his poor tired girlfriend’s sides.
Muffled giggles could be heard from underneath the pillow. Ravens hands shot up and started to playfully shove at him.
“Cmon habibti, let me see that precious smile,” Damian teased as he reached for the pillow.
With one hand Raven grabbed his hand and pushed it away (how did she know?). The other was used to keep the pillow on her face.
“Yohohohou dohohohnt gehehehet tohohoho!” Raven said through giggles as her free hand batted at him.
Damian lowered his hands from her sides to her hips, that really set her off.
“No stop? You really need to work on your grammar habibti,” Damian said as he started to squeeze her thighs.
Raven exploded in laughter, she jerked so bad that the pillow came off her face for Damian to see. Her hair was twice as messy as before, her cheeks were flushed a deep red, her hands were frantically trying to grab his, and of course, she had a big smile on her face. Damian let the view sink in for a bit before stopping and pulling his hands away. He let her breathe for a moment.
“Are you ready to get up now habibti? Or do I have to convince you some more?” Damian said, raising his hands towards her again.
“Nohohoho,” Raven said as she sat up and quickly scooted back, away from her attacker.
“Not bad for an average boy?” Damian asked, doing air quotes around “average boy”.
Raven rolled her eyes as the last of the after-giggles came out her mouth. She got off the bed and approached him, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Ya know, you totally could’ve stopped me at any time,” Damian said as he began to walk towards the door. Although Damian bested Raven at physical strength, he knew that with the help of her magic she was nearly unstoppable.
“No I couldn’t,” Raven said as she crossed her arms, following him.
“You didn’t even tell me to actually stop,” Damian teased, turning to face the now blushing girl.
“I, in fact, did,” Raven snapped back.
“As a reaction, don’t think you’re the only one who can tell when people are being serious or not,” Damian said, a smug look on his face.
Raven just playfully huffed and walked past him and into the hallway, her morning tea was very orderdue. Damian looked at their messy room, he’d deal with it later. Damian ran to catch up with his girlfriend, he gave her a peck on the cheek too.
Okay but “Damian using Tim to reach things on high shelves” has inspired me:
First time Damian climbed on Dick to reach a book in the library Dick almost cried with joy. He kept doing it after that making the rest of the siblings confused and maybe a little envious of big brother.
The next person to have this happen to them was Cass who helped Damian climb up to get a coffee mug that Jason hid from him. She was happy he trusted her enough and took it as a mark of acceptance into the family.
Steph let Damian climb up on her so they could put on a sheet and run around the manor trying to scare people once when they were cooped up inside because of a blizzard. Those pictures are her lock screen.
Damian climbed on Duke once when they were at school to reach a ball stuck in a high branch because he didn’t wanna give away his robin training and Duke was so happy he gave his little brother a hug and wouldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day
Jason was the next person who Damian used as a stepping stool. He climbed on his shoulders during a stakeout to help get a cat out of the tree. (He claims the only reason he used Jason was because he had just injured his ankle, Jason claims BS) Jason will deny tearing up till his dying day but he may have let out a couple of sniffles
Tim was the last one to receive the honor of becoming a step stool. He was honestly surprised he even got to that level of trust with Damian and deep down knows he was a little jealous that he didn’t get used. It was a mundane issue as well. Tim was trying to reach the coffee beans that Jason and Dick placed high up, and before he could consider getting a chair Damian appeared and climbed up to his shoulders to get them before hopping down and moving on. Tim stood frozen in shock for a good 20 minutes before smiling softly and spending the rest of the day feeling warm for the first time in a while.
Some random supervillian meeting Damian for the first time: WAIT NO WHY DOES THIS ONE GET SWORDS *goes on a 10 minute rant about the good old days when Robin just like did flips and stuff*
i like the idea that bruce just shows up to league meetings with his birds with absolutely no explanation offered
i mean this man frequently stalks his coworkers and knows everything that's happening in their personal lives and i think he'd forget that HE is the weird one for doing it and not everybody automatically knows when he's acquired a new child
so he just shows up at the watchtower with a new bird and literally says nothing about it . just sits at his chair with the latest robin standing next to him and literally doesn't acknowledge that anything is different and it gets even more confusing when they change their costumes and names 😭
like
20-something bruce: and containing this may be a matter of-flash did you have a question
barry: uh. yeah. sorry, what is that?
20-something bruce: (glancing at 9 yr old dick who has been next to him for 45 minutes) that's robin. obviously. as i was saying,
-
early 30s bruce, who hasn't shown up with a robin for a few years, entering with a nightwing and a jason todd robin:
barry:
diana:
hal:
j'onn:
bruce: what.
hal:
hal: do you like clone them or
-
mid 30s bruce, quietly talking with a clearly-not-sixteen-years-old robin in the corner after being without one for two years:
hal:
diana:
barry:
j'onn:
clark:
bruce:
tim:
bruce: this one followed me
-
late 30s bruce zeta-beaming in with a nightwing, a slightly older robin, and an absolutely BUILT man in a red hood:
barry: did you hire a bodyguard
bruce: no.
barry: whos mr red over there
bruce: you don't remember my second one???
barry:
hal:
diana:
j'onn:
clark:
barry: did. did that one not die
jason: got better
-
later 30s bruce, quietly showing around a blonde robin:
hal:
bruce: don't ask.
hal: i didn't say anything
-
40 yr old bruce, making intense, unbroken eye contact with a black shadow:
clark, leaning over to talk to tim: what are they doing
tim, not looking up from his fancy ipad: do i look like i know that
-
red robin popping in unnanounced in the middle of a league meeting: batman is alive.
barry: who the FUCK are you???
-
batman, some minutes later, trailed by what is CLEARLY a new robin: did red robin happen to pass through here????
barry: i have several questions
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no-longer-lost-in-the-time-stream bruce, talking to batgirl, black bat, and the signal:
hal: did you get three more.
bruce: no. just one.
hal: i shouldn't have asked, my bad
-
mid 40s bruce wayne, stepping out of the zeta tube: sorry i'm late
diana: not to worry. let's get start-
bruce: i have a few more coming behind me
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
jason: hi
cass: 👋
diana:
diana: ok should we st-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
dick, holding damian like a scowling, sopping wet cat: bruce he's not feeling polite today
damian: HISSS
bruce: okay does he need to go back?
dick: he said he's fine but hes just not feeling polite
diana:
diana: is that the las-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
steph: b i need a hair tie
diana:
diana: so can-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
duke: b did i miss rolecall
diana: no, signal, you did not. let's-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
tim: b alf is mad at you
bruce: why
hal: it's like a fucking clown car
steph: you didn't eat breakfast
tim: you didn't eat breakfast either
steph: shut.
damian: HISSSS
jason: wing. if you do not keep that brat quiet-
dick: hes a BABY!!!!!
duke: you didn't eat breakfast either, timothy
jason: hes a BITCH!!!!!
tim: who the fuck told you????
cass: :)
hal: (storming off, in tears), YOU HAVE TOO MANY CHILDREN.
