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The Wrong Bird - "Who The F- Are You?"
Literally no intro is coming to me…the wrong Damian.
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“Get him!” Batman yells, reaching for his son, while being trapped behind a pile of rubble. Damian was currently being pulled into a whirlpool of blue light and clinging to Dick and Jason’s hands, “Fuck!” He groans trying to fight against the pull of the energy.
By the time Bruce finally breaks through the rubble Damian has slipped through while Dick and Jason’s hold has slipped. All at once they reach through and grab hold, sighing in relief when they grab Damian’s arm and manage to pull him through again. The Robin unconscious and falling into Bruce’s arms.
“We’ve got you.” He mutters to his son and they all race to their cars or motorcycles, Damian being slid into the passenger seat of the Batmobile. Once they pull into the Bat Cave, he’s rushed to the med-bay table and in the middle of Alfred rushing over, and Bruce starting to check his vitals, Damian shoots up straight, gasping for air.
Bruce holds his shoulders and turns him so that they’re looking at each other, “Damian, you’re alright son you’re in the–” Damian does the most unexpected thing to any of the family members that were now gathered in the cave, and falls into Bruce’s arms hugging him. “Baba!”
Bruce’s eyes widen as he pulls his cowl off. Dick flies his hand out hitting Tim who has the same reaction, Jason stepping back terrified, “The fuck?” Bruce pats Damian’s head unsure of how to react as the teenager pulls away, “When I got separated during the mission I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry I just freaked out.”
Did Damian just use conjunctions and apologize in the same sentence? Bruce puts his ungloved hand on Damian’s forehead, eyes still wide, “Father, I promise I’m okay. Just, tired.” Bruce raises an eyebrow, “I’m not so sure about that.”
Damian looks over and jumps off the bed hugging Dick, “I saw you take the hit from Ivy. Are you alright?” Dick’s heart stops and races at the same time. He’s both terrified that Damian’s hugging him, and wants to scoop him up and go cuddle on the couch, “I-I’m fine, Damian.” Damian nods, and pulls back, moving to Jason, but the older brother steps away, “Nope, not gonna happen.”
“Akhi, are you hurt?” Jason shakes Damian’s shoulders and pulls his eyelids up carefully, “You. Are. Damian. Wayne!” Damian laughs, all of them rearing back, “I know that, Jason. I’m going upstairs, I think you all need a minute.” Which they definitely did.
Once Damian is upstairs Jason lets out a loud curse, “Who the fuck is that?!” Bruce runs a hand through his hair, “Maybe he hit his head.” Dick shakes his head, “No, Damian’s had three severe concussions simultaneously and still managed to insult several Wayne Enterprise chairboard members.”
Alfred sits down and rubs his forehead, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
….
Once they’ve all showered up, thinking that maybe Damian just needed a minute, they go upstairs and freeze seeing Damian on the couch in a hoodie and sweatpants, both which belonged to his boyfriend, Jon. He usually only wore them if it were late and he was truly exhausted, hanging out with Jon, or on the very rare occasion, sick.
A ring on the doorbell followed by quick knocking took their attention off of the teenager on his phone, and Alfred walked over opening the door to Jon and Raven, Jon having heard the drop in Damian’s heartbeat for a second, the two flying over right away.
Jon rushed in and straight to Damian who stood up and gave him a hug, which out of everyone present was the most normal of the hug recipients, “Dames, what happened? I heard your heard get all fucked up and I–” Damian laughs, “Jon I’m fine really. Hey, witch girl.” He says, walking over to Raven.
She smiles glad that her friend is okay and smiles as she’s pulled into a hug, “Hey, Damia–” Her eyes widen as he pressed a kiss to her lips, his hands resting on her jaw and waist. Jon feels his heart freeze, as everybody’s jaws drop. Raven stands in a trance eyes wide, confused and taken back.
“Beloved? Are you okay?” He asks, stepping back. Raven’s jaw drops and she points to herself, asking in a dry voice, “Me?” Damian laughs and kisses her cheek, “Yes.” While Jon knows he should feel upset, or hurt, he mainly feels confused. Why was his boyfriend kissing Raven? Bruce clears his throat, “Damian, are you sure you’re feeling, normal?”
Damian nods, “Yes Baba for the last–” Damian looks at the wall, “Where are the photos?” Dick follows his eyeline, “Photos?” Damian nods, “Yes. The family photos, they’re gone. And I wanted to mention, my room. All of my clothes are gone, there’s a large collection of turtle necks and no sneakers.” Bruce’s eyes narrow then widen and he pulls Damian to sit down.
“Damian, how long have you lived here?” Damian’s eyebrow raises, “Since I was six, father.” The family’s eyes widened. That’s 4 years sooner than Damian came to the Manor, to Gotham, and even met Bruce.
“And we’ve known each other since…” Bruce asked, Damian huffed, “Since I was born father. I stayed with Mother for 6 years and you’d visit every week. Why am I explaining this, you were there. You all were.” Everyone’s hearts stopped.
This may be Damian, but this wasn’t their Damian.
….
“You’re telling me, that light switched me and your Damian?” He asks, having melted into the couch at the new revelation, “So that’s why the room, and the pictures and apparently how we all act with each other is so different?”
Bruce nods, “We’ll figure out how to fix it Damian. Multiple dimensions isn’t something that is new to us, trust me. Why don’t you tell us a little about your dimension?” Damian nods, and runs a hand through his hair.
Well, after I was born, Mother kept me at the League with her till I was six, and you visited every week, sometimes you would bring a brother or sister of mine, and that’s when everyone reunited with Jason. I came to Gotham and trained to become Robin, while attending Gotham Prep, and made friends with Jonathan, best friends.” He turns with a smile, but sees Jon with a bouncing knee and crossed arms, a pout on his face. “After that, I stayed with the Titans for a little, because I wanted to improve on my teamwork skills,” Jason lets out a laugh, everybody but Damian giving him a look to shut up. “And there, I met Raven. At least I know that’s stayed the same.” He says, taking her hand. She winces and slides down the couch, “Actually Damian, we’re not dating in this dimension.”
Damian’s eyes widened, “What? Then who am I dating?” Jon raises a hand, “That would be me.” Damian nods slowly, “I-I’m dating my best friend? Did that not weaken our friendship? I consider you like a brother Jon–” Jon raises his hand with a fake gag, “Please, please don’t say that.” He slides his phone across the coffee table to Damian who scoops it up. Once it turns on he sees a picture of himself leaning back on Jon’s chest at what appears to be the beach, both smiling as Damian kisses Jon’s jaw. “You look happy together.”
Jon and Raven stand up, “We’re gonna go. It might be easier.” Damian nods and looks up at the two of them, “I’m sorry.” Jon smiles and shakes his head, “Don’t be. If it weren’t me, Rae’s the best choice.”
Once they leave Damian pulls out his phone and shows some videos to Bruce and the rest of the family, “Here. These might be helpful.”
Bruce watches a video of himsef–well alternate himself, with Damian, younger than he’d ever seen his son. He must’ve been three or four, and in the video Bruce scooped him up kissing his forehead, Damian bursting out in giggles, “Baba!” Bruce’s heart tightens. He’d always wondered what it would have been like to know Damian as a kid, but this? This made him wish he could do it all again, not that he’d ever, ever, trade his Damian for the world.
The next video showed Damian in the pool with Jason and Dick, being tossed back and forth between the two, Bruce and Thalia being heard in the background, “Don’t drop him.” Dick smile and nods, “We would never.” Damian laughs as Jason launches him up and he splashes down in front of Dick, being scooped up quickly.
Dick smiles at the video, Jason feeling one come to his face too. There are videos of Damian running around the manor, playing soccer with a Gotham Prep jersey on. Reading with Tim, cuddling with Dick, baking with Jason, coloring with Cassandra, everything.
They spend the next few hours going through videos and pictures while asking Damian about his dimension. “Dick, you should probably get Titus out of the barn.” When Damian and the rest of the family were off on missions, Titus would often venture out to the barn and spend time sleeping in there, for some reason loving the presence of Batcow.
Once Titus runs in he sprints up to Damian but pauses, knowing that it wasn’t his owner. He huffs and whines, running over to Bruce, “It’s okay Titus, I know it’s confusing.”
Bruce looked up at Damian and gave him a reassuring smile, “We’re going to get you home, Damian. Don’t worry.” Jason gives him a laugh, “I’d be more worried about how our little stab-happy demon is with this cuddle session family.”
Most Asked Questions - "Tim Drake."
Tim Drake answers the internet' most asked questions.
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“Hey, this is Tim Drake, and I’ll be doing the internet's most asked questions about me. Let’s get started.”
“First up, who is my favorite superhero? Well that would be Gotham’s very own Batman.” On the side where his brothers are sitting Tim hears a round of teasing, quickly stopped by Bruce hitting their heads, deciding he may have a new favorite. Tim smirks over to his brothers. “Who is Tim Drake’s best friend?” He smiles, “My best friend is Stephanie Brown, my favorite blondie.” Stephanie winks at him from the side and he returns the action.
“Who is Tim Drake dating? Well, my boyfriend is Kon Kent, and he is a ball of chaos that I love spending time with.” Tim says, his knee beginning to bounce. The Waynes on the sideline’s eyes widen hoping that he doesn’t start having more fidgeting. As soon as Tim stepped on set he was rushed into hair, makeup, and into the chair–with no time for a quick three cups of coffee.
“Alright, who do I buy coffee from?” He tilts his head, “Mmm, anywhere really. There’s a good spot near Gotham Museum, they have the most insane cup of coffee.” He however doesn’t mention that they know him by name, order, and his photo is up on the wall as customer of the year.
Tim tosses the board to the side, pausing to hold his knee from bouncing, “Next up,” He smiles as the director hands him the next board, “What is Tim Drake’s middle name? My middle name is Jackson, and my full name is actually Tim Jackson Drake Wayne.” He says, not going more into detail about his middle name gifted from his late birth parents.
“What is my birthday? Oh good, an easy one, July 9th. Best day of Bruce’s life.” He smirks at his brothers. “What–” He holds his head and launches the book that just hit it back at Damian, successfully hitting his ribs. “Demonbrat. What is my IQ?” He chuckles, “142, but that’s not important if I don’t give a f– if I don’t put effort into what I do.” He tears off the final pice of sticky paper on that board, “What is my favorite coffee? Umm, extra large. Next.” He ends with an innocent smile.
As they get the next board ready, his eyes track one of the interns who’s holding two cups of coffee to hand to his friend. Seeing this Stephanie snaps her fingers and he looks over at her snapping out of his coffee trance. “Right, next board–does.” He runs a hand through his hair, “Do I own Starbucks?” He sighs, “Someday, someday.” Bruce facepalms. “Does Tim Drake have any pets?” He shakes his head, “Nah, Damian’s pets are enough to fill the Manor and perhaps a small zoo. Thank goodness Bruce made him return the tiger.”
“Do I live in Wayne Manor? Why yes I do, it has great wifi and Alfred is the best person to talk to about your issues." He smiles and pulls off the next paper, needing this interview to hurry up so he can get some sort of caffeine in an IV drip. To be fair, he had been up for 36 hours working on a case about Killer Croc. “Do I have a spleen?” How the fuck did they know? “Um, no I don’t. I had a medical issue so it had to be removed. Worry not, I am in tip top shape.” The medical emergency having been that he was jumped by a member of the League of Assassins.
As they handed Tim the final board he felt the end of the interview and a giant monster energy drink just in reach. “Finally, how many bikes do I own? I own 3 custom bikes that I love.” He peels off the next piece not covering that the bikes are indeed his Red Robin bikes, “How tall am I?” He rolls his eyes, “I’m 5’10 unlike Bruce and the others. Luckily I’m still taller than Damian for now.”
“How was I adopted? Well after a lot of paperwork, Bruce took me in. I was the last one on his adoption punch card so he got Damian for free, and unfortunately couldn’t return him.” Damian’s hand his held back from the closest weapon to him by Bruce– “And finally, how much coffee do I drink?” He smiles, “That’s unknown for now. This has been the most asked questions with Tim Drake, hope you enjoyed.”
As soon as the cameras are off Tim races to the crafts table and grabs a monster from the end downing it while the director walks over to Bruce and the others, “Should anyone be concerned about the amount of caffeine related questions he had?”
“Yes.”
More Than Friends? - "Green's His Color."
Damian and Jon are just friends, right? They've been friends forever, best friends. But what happens when their families start to catch on to some new feelings or things?
Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
“Superboy!!!” The team calls out, as an unconscious Kryptonian is lifted into a plane and jetted away. Donna, too weak from the fight, is unable to race after him while Raven is still unconscious. Some form of magic, the group that attacked them, was brought. Robin raced down the streets of Jump City back to Titan’s Tower, with one goal in mind. He was going to find the people who did this, kill them, and get his boyfriend back.
The attack came out of nowhere. What they thought were simple robbers breaking into Macware Industries turned out to be a trap for the Teen Titans. They seemed to have everything that could take out their biggest team mates, including Jon.
It wasn’t easy to take out the Kryptonian, but a giant metal bludgeon to the head would definitely do it. By the time Damian noticed his partner–both on the field and off–was no longer with him, Jon was already being loaded onto the small plane that they hadn’t noticed landing near the fight.
“Damian, calm down, we need to figure out where he went first.” Dick says, trying to get his youngest brother to stop rushing around his room. “I know where he went.” Damian says, grabbing his katana and lacing his boots tighter, as if preparing for a climb. Dick nods, “Well, would you like to share that information with me?”
Damian stands up, “I’m telling you this so you know not to follow me. He was taken by the League of Assassins. Jon was taken by my mother.”
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“What the–” Jon wakes up in a chair, his head pounding. Looking around he sees stone walls and candles lighting the room. “Apologies for the methods of reaching out to you.” Jon groans, “Your methods are fucked.” He mumbles out, still unsure of who the voice was. His eyes felt like they didn’t want to open, and his pounding headache didn’t mind.
After another twenty minutes he hears a door open and heels clicking across the floor. “I apologise for my assassin’s rude greeting. A hit to the head wasn’t how I planned to start this.” Jon looks up, his eyes now used to the darker lit room. “Assassins?”
A woman sat in front of him with a nod, “Yes. I’m sure you know about them, after all. You’re in a relationship with the prince.” Jon looked around and his mind became less of a fog, especially with the help of this woman, “I’m in the League.”
She gives him a nod and leans forward cutting the ropes around his wrists with a knife, then slips it back into her boot. “I tried to tell them those weren’t necessary.” Jon looked at her, giving her his attention to try and figure out what was happening.
Giving her a once over, he stopped at her eyes. Familiar emerald eyes that he’d looked into as much as he could, and could never forget. “You’re Damian’s mother.” His eyes widened. “Talia.” She says with a small smile, one that did little to comfort him. “Now, let’s talk about you and my son.”
….
Pulling himself up onto the shore of Nanda Parbat, Damian dropped his diving equipment on the rocks and took a deep breath of the cold air. “Hayseed, if you can hear me, I’m coming.” He whispers, praying that Jon could hear it. He ran to the opening entrance of the mountain where he’d grown up climbing for training since the age of four.
He skillfully climbed with a familiarity, knowing exactly where to step and what rocks to grab, and what ledges would have patrolling assassins, not that he wouldn’t hesitate to take them out. Anything to get to his boyfriend.
Landing in the center temple of the League he was greeted by several assassins whose eyes widened and instead of beginning a fight, they bowed and Damian huffed, “Enough of that. Where’s my mother?” They all gave each other a look. Of course, Damian was their prince, but Talia was, well, Talia. Seeing their hesitation, Damian pulled his katana, “It only takes one arm to point, and one person. So we can do this the easy way, or the bloody way. And considering you’ve all taken something that’s mine, I wouldn’t mind doing it the bloody way.”
Knowing that he was telling the truth, that he would hesitate to take off a limb or eight, one of the assassins led him down the hallways, “They’re inside, Prince.” The assassin whispers. Damian nods and waves him to go, not sure of how things would turn out. Damian cracked the door in and seeing shadows along the wall, reflected by of one of the candles, he storms in and draws his sword, only to drop it at the sight in front of him.
“You’re absolutely right he doesn’t wear enough green.” Jon says, an ankle resting over his other leg as he sits beside Talia, both holding cups of tea. “I tried to raise him to have better taste in how he dresses but it didn’t take.” She says.
“What the fuck is happening here?” Damian says, walking more into the room. Jon smiles and stands up setting his tea cup down and hugging Damian, who despite being severely confused, hugs him back. “Are you alright?”
Jon nods with a smile, “Yes. Your mother and I agree that you need to focus more on recovery training after fights. You’re just going to wear yourself out going from fights to static.” Talia nods, “Hello, Ibni.” Damian walks over and kisses his mother’s cheek, “You kidnapped my boyfriend.”
Talia waves a hand off, “The assassins did. I would’ve preferred to send a letter but I doubt you would’ve responded.” She stands up, “I approve of who you’ve chosen Damian. He’s good for you.”
Damian’s eyes narrow, “You stole Jon…to get to know my boyfriend?” Jon nods, “She’s been great, Damian. He speaks highly of you Ms. Al Ghul.” Talia smiles, “Please, Jon, call me Talia.” Damian takes a deep breath and kisses her cheek one more time, “Mother, this has been incredibly confusing and I need to take him home before several groups of highly powered individuals storm the base. Next time, send the letter.”
As they leave, using a plane offered by the league, Jon holds Damian’s hand, “I’m sorry you had to go through that just to meet her.” Damian whispers. Jon smiles softly, “It was alright after the headache passed. She was welcoming and said she liked me for you. She did threaten me about if I ever hurt you but we both know that’s not going to happen.”
Damian smiles and kisses Jon, “So, how’d you enjoy where I grew up to be the way I am?” Jon kisses Damian’s forehead, “You grew up here and in Gotham. You are many combinations, Dames. You decided who you would be. But the cookies were nice.”
Damian laughs, “I’ll get you more cookies, Habibi.”
Leading the League: "Jaja & Riri."
Damian and Raven are leading the League after the war for Apocalypse. How are they dealing with life now?
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
“Mama!” Richard sobs as Raven rushes him through the league hallways, Damian meeting them at the end of one, “His fever went up.” She tells her husband as he takes Richard into his arms.
“Baba I’m cold.” Damian’s heart shatters, “I know, Ibni, but we need to get your fever down.” He opens the door to the infirmary where the league’s head doctor is waiting. Richard buries his face against Damian’s chest , letting out soft whimpers of discomfort and sniffles. Raven sits next to Damian, holding their son’s hand.
Her eyes glow and the aches settle, but as they learned in the beginning, since Richard and Alessia shared lower amounts of her powers, their sick times couldn’t be fully healed by magic. It broke her heart the first time she tried to take away Richard’s cold, with no success.
Damian brushes Richard’s hair back, and holds him close, “I know it hurts Ibni.” Richard looks up at his father and gives him a nod, “I don’t like this, Baba.” Raven grabs an ice pack and brings it to Richard’s head, who quickly whimpers and tries to push it wavy, “No, Mama. Cold.” Damian unzips his hoodie-jacket and Richard melts into his warmth, which allows Raven to apply the cool cloth.
The doctor walks over and checks Richard’s lungs and throat, ears, fever, trying to figure out what the poor 4 year old has. He hands a spoon of medicine to Damian, but Richard shakes his head, “Baba, sore.”He raps out, pointing to his throat.
Dammian’s eyes grow glassy and Raven focuses all her powers, feeling her energy drain and her head fog up, but manages to take away the pain in Richar’s throat long enough for him to take the medicine and eventually fall asleep.
“Where’s Alessia?” Damian asks his wife, in a hushed tone, “Does Father have her?” Raven shakes her head, “No, he’s off base with some of the Justice League members. Your brothers offered to watch her.” Damian’s head snaps to her, “And you said no, right? Right?” Raven pats his arm, “Dami, what could possibly happen? They’re both adults who love her dearly.”
Damian raises an eyebrow, “Adults? Do I have other brothers I’m unaware of?” Raven gives him a look, “Damian, it’ll be good. She’s in perfectly safe and loving arms.” Damian drops his head back, “You better be right.”
….
“So after nap time it’s a snack. No problem.” Dick says, sitting on the couch next to Jason. They look over at Alessia who’s in her transportable nap bed. Jason nods, “No big deal. We can handle–fuck, where’d she go?!”
They jump up and race to the now empty sleep set up. It had net walls in case she rolled over, so where was she? Dick begins pulling blankets aside and Jason grabs the pillows. “Jaja.” They both jump and turn, “I up.”
They both sigh in relief and Jason walks over, scooping her up, “Yes you are, princess. How’d you get out?” She shrugs and plays with the white strip of his hair. Dick laughs and they walk to the League’s dining hall to get her a snack. They sit down with Alessia on Jason’s lap and Dick begins cutting an apple, “You want an apple, kiddo?”.
Alessia looks at it and hums, “Lergic.” Dick and Jason’s eyes widened, “Did you know she was allergic to apples?” Dick whispers loudly to his younger brother who shakes his head, “Okay, princess, how about we get you something else?” Alessia smiles and nods, then they both move to the pantry looking through it.
When they turn around to see if Alessia wanted an orange they see the seat empty, “Lessi?” They rush out of the pantry and turn to see her in the sink, “What are you doing in here?” Dick asks, scooping her up. Alessia points at the soap, “Washing hands.”
Jason clears his throat and nods, “Yeah, yep that would be a good idea before snack time. Good job, princess.” After she washes her hands they set her on the seat, “Will you stay here while we go get you a snack?” Jason asks, and Alessia smiles big while nodding.
They sigh with relief and way too much benefit of the doubt for a 2 year old. As they go through the pantry they look at all the bags of food and snack bins for Richard and Alessia which are in the corner, “Perfect.” Jason tries to open the bin and groans, “Dude, it’s stuck.” Dick rolls his eyes, “Or you’re just weak, step aside.” Jason holds his hands up and moves back, “Be my guest.”
Dick starts trying to pull the lid off and grits his teeth, “Son of a–is this thing bullet proof?” Jason shrugs and pulls a gun from the back of his belt line, “Let’s find out–” Dick holds his hand out, “Jason! No guns.” Jason huffs and puts it on the top shelf of the cabinet.
When they turn around to check on Alessia their eyes widen seeing an assassin handing her apple slices as she eats and hums. They rush out and grab the assassin’s hand as he’s about to hand her another one. “What the hell are you doing?!” The assassin’s eyes widened, “I-it’s snack time.”
Alessia looks up at her uncles with a nod, “Alessia, princess, can you breathe okay?” Jason starts looking her over to see if she’s breaking out or her throat is swelling up, “Yeah, Jaja.” She mumbles, taking another bite. Dick looks at the assassin, “Why are you feeding her an apple?” The league member clears his throat, “She always has an apple during snack time. An apple or banana chips.”
Jason looks down at Alessia, “Princess, are you allergic to apples?” She nods and takes another bite. The assassin nods slowly, “Ah, she’s um, allergic to pineapple.” Dick drops his head on the dining table, as Jason nods slowly, “Pineapple.” Alessia waves at the assassin as he stands up with a chuckle, handing Jason the rest of the apple.
“Sneaky one.” Jason says, kissing Alessia’s head. After finishing the apple Alessia stands up and walks over to the sink, Dick stands up to help her reach the faucet but both brothers freeze as she starts opening the utensil cabinets and climbing them then reaches the turned on faucet that a maid was using to fill a basin and begins washing her hands.
“Huh, that’s definitely Damian’s daughter.” They then watch as she tries to turn off the faucet and ends up kicking the drawer shut as she leans into the sink and her head runs under the water. Alessia huffs and slides into the sink and turns the faucet then smiles and turns to Dick and Jason with her arms up, “I did it!”
The two laugh and Dick grabs a towel picking her up and wrapping her in it, “Yes you did, kiddo.” They walk back to her and Richard’s room, and go through the closet looking for new clothes. Alessia looks in the mirror at the towel that is now resting on her head and she smiles getting an idea, “Alright, how’s the puppy shirt Lessi–Lessi?” Dick drops the shirt and smacks Jason’s arm, no toddler in sight.
“Again?” They sprint out of the room and split up, each going down different directions of the hallways. After five minutes of searching, Dick sees a cape drift down one of the corners, “B! Bruce have you seen.” When he turns the corner he starts laughing, bending over to rest his hands on his knees.
Jason runs up, stopping quickly, “Did you find–oh my gosh.” Alessia smiles, now in Bruce’s cowl, incredibly oversized, with the cape dragging behind her, “I’m Ba-Man.” Jason smiles and pulls out his phone taking a few pictures while Dick catches his breath. “You are Ba-Man!” He says, in a playful tone.
“Come on, let’s put this back in Grandpa’s room.” Jason says, picking her up. When they walk back to Bruce’s room they smile at the girl whose eyes are currently covered by the mask, “How’d you even get this, princess? I thought Bruce kept it…”
They stop once opening the door to see chairs knocked over, a lamp broken on the floor, wet foot prints lining the ground and the platform that Bruce’s cowl and suit was on now half broken hanging off the wall. Dick covers Alessia’s ears as Jason pulls a hand down his face, “Fu–”
….
“Lessi, don’t pull the curtain–” Jason calls, pulling her away, leaving Dick to drop the couch, “Damn–Jay!” Jason groans and puts Alessia on the couch as they pick it up and move it to the other side of the room. Somehow, while cleaning the glass off the floor and rehanging the hooks for the cowl, not to mention the broken wall sconce, Alessia managed to catch the rug on fire, and Dick jumped to put it out with one of the couch cushions.
Alessia turned out to be more of a challenge than Uncle Jaja and Uncle Riri had imagined she would be.
“Okay princess, we’re gonna play a game. You wanna play a game?” Alessia’s eyes light up and she nods quickly, “Yeah!” Dick nods as she responds excitedly to Jason’s question, “Okay, you’re gonna sit here and think about your favorite things while Uncle Jaja and I fix the carpet so Grandpa doesn’t find out.”
Alessia makes a shushing motion and they nod, “Exactly princess, no telling Grandpa.” She smiles and lies down on the couch starting to talk about her favorite things, “Baba, Mama, Ricky…” She continues down the line as Dick and Jason shift the carpet to hide the large burnt hole marks.
“Ooh.” Jason and Dick spin quickly, having learned earlier that when she found interest in something, that ooh brought some sort of chaos. “Lessi, not the paint.” she turns, the jars already open, Jason and Dick dive forward as she looks at the Batsuit, obviously Grandpa needed some new colors.
….
“His fever has gone down to a good amount. How’s your throat, Richard?” Richard, who’s lying on Raven’s chest, tired and drowsy from medication, but feeling much better. “It’s not sore. Thank you.” He mumbles, eyes drooping. Raven and Damian stand up after the Doctor leaves, “Why don’t you put him in bed? I’ll go get Lessi and she can stay in our room tonight.” Raven nods and carries Richard down the hall, as Damian goes down the separate direction to Dick’s room.
When he knocks the door opens quickly, and Damian bursts out in a rare stomach tightening laughter. There were his two oldest brothers, one covered in blue paint and the other in red. Dick had bubbles on his head and Jason’s hands were covered in flour, stickers covering their shoes. “Hey at least, she got the colors right.” Damian says, laughter lessening.
“She got into everything.” Jason mumbles out, head dropping against the door frame, “We couldn’t even open the freaking snack box during her second snack time and she wouldn’t eat the bananas.” Dick walks back falling onto the couch, “Oh but don’t worry she found the cheeto puffs.” He gestures to the orange power covering the counter and making a trail to the bathroom. “She got cleaned up then opened up the bag Rae packed for her, and well,” Dick held his sneakers up, now decorated with fruit and flower stickers.
“She had a bath, in pajamas, and I fucking hope she’s still asleep.” Jason sinks to the ground. Damian walks into the bedroom and sees his daughter asleep in the center of the bed. He smiles and picks her up as she melts in his arms, her eyes flutter open and she looks around when they enter the living room.
“Bye bye, Uncle Jaja. Bye bye Uncle Riri.” She says with a small smile. Jason and Dick smile and kiss her head, “Thank you both.” Damian says, with a genuine feeling of appreciation. “Anytime, little brother.” Dick says.
After Damian leaves Jason leans against the wall, Dick falling face first onto the couch, “Cute kid.” Jason mutters. Dick nods, “Adorable.” They sit for a second then Jason stumbles to the kitchen, “I need a drink.” Dick holds up two fingers.
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Leading the League: "The Wayne Family."
Damian and Raven are leading the League after the war for Apocalypse. How are they dealing with life now?
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“Grandpa, come look. Grandpa, where's Gotham? Grandpa, when my Baba was little…” Richard seemed to never run out of questions to ask. And Bruce loved it. He quickly took to this role and wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Answering Richard’s many questions, and playing with him in the league gardens. Holding Alessia and nodding along to her short worded stories, walking her to sleep when her parents were busy. He often would have to sneak the children away from Dick or Jon who were obsessed with being uncles.
Richard loved Dick’s jokes and endless energy that matched his own, and Alessia loved when Jon would fly her around. At low heights of course because Damian would kill him for anything higher than a few feet off the ground.
“Father give me my child, he needs to go to sleep.” Damian huffed, holding Alessia who had already nodded off in his arms. Bruce was holding Richard and reading him yet another bed-time story, “Just leave him here, I’ll put him to bed after this.” Bruce said, not looking up from the book.
“Father—” Damian stopped himself, knowing he wouldn’t win this fight, “By 8, no longer.” He said finally and left to put Alessia to sleep in her bed. Bruce finished the story and began telling Richard about Damian when he was younger, those always being the four year old’s favorite things to hear about.
“Baba got Titus from Mama. Titus runs fast, and I’m almost able to run as fast as him, but only in the garden, because if I fall in the courtyard then I’d get very hurt.” Richard mumbled out, eyes drooping. Bruce smiled and carried Richard to the small bed set up, which he’d done quickly once he found out his non-existent ability to want to separate from his grandchildren.
Two weeks later Damian sat up quickly and walked to the balcony seeing an assassin passed out on the floor. “Raven, someone’s here.” He said quickly tugging on sweatpants as Raven shot up, “The kids.” She said hurriedly running out of the room followed by Damian. As they entered the room closest to theirs they both paused seeing a figure slipping into the room from the window into Alessia and Richard’s shared room–something he insisted as to not be separated from his baby sister for very long.
Damian drew a sword from the wall and stepped forward freezing when the figure was exposed by the moonlight, “Todd?” he asked, sword lowering. Jason landed on the floor with a soft thud, “Hey Akhi.” He mumbled and looked at his niece and nephew, “Heard from Dick that you had reproduced and I had to come see for myself. Cute kids, I better be godfather to one.” he said walking over to his brother.
Jason had been there when Damian grew up in the league, and even though they threatened bodily harm on each other when they were living in the Manor at the same time, they still had a bond that was deeply unbreakable. “You thought the best thing to do was to sneak into their room in the middle of the night?” Raven asked, pulling the blankets over Richard who had twisted and turned out of them in his sleep.
“Well, I was trying to slip into Dick’s room and maybe freak him out when he woke up, but this place is freaking huge.” Damian sighed and led Jason down the hall towards Dick and Kori’s room. Damian figured he couldn’t stop Jason from what he was planning to do, the least he could was speed up the process so he could get back to sleep.
The following day had been one of the best in Richard’s life–in his opinion. Finding out he had so many uncles and a grandfather meant that he was surrounded by more family than he’d ever thought or hoped to have.
Alessia to everyone’s shock and frustration had quickly taken to Jason and would run towards him whenever in the room. “What can I say, I always knew I’d be the favorite one day.” Jason said, holding Alessia as she chewed on some fruit, Dick rolled his eyes and mimicked what Jason said, “Whatever, it’s just cause you act her age.” Bruce was glad to see his second eldest son and pulled Jason into a hug at the first sight of him.
“It’s good to see you, son.” Jason let a smile slide across his face, “You too, old man.” Alessia leaned out of Jason’s arms and into her grandfather’s. Although it was clear she had a favorite uncle, she was attached to Bruce, “Grandpa, nanas?” She asked and Bruce smiles, picking up a banana from the table and walking around talking to Clark while Alessia took small bites.
Jason huffed and slid back into his chair beside Dick, “Heard from Tim yesterday. He said he’ll come as soon as he gets time to. He’s visiting Kon and helping out on Kent farm. His grandparents don’t remember the invasion but they still feel the grief of everyone who does.” He tells them. Damian nods, “That’s good of him.”
Though they had many, many, differences in the past, Damian and Tim had come in contact during the war. After the initial attacks and destruction, Tim helped Damian build a secure system for the League base, especially once Damian learned that Raven was pregnant.
Richard climbed into Damian’s lap and began playing with his father’s hands, “Baba, can I play with Titus in the garden?” Damian smiled and kissed Richard’s head, “Of course, let’s go.” He stood up and offered his hand to Raven who took it as their family, minus Alessia who was asleep in Bruce’s arms, walked outside.
“Not too fast Ricky, Titus gets excited easily, remember.” Raven tells her son gently. When Titus was around the children he was calm and would never try to hurt them, but when playing with Richard–especially with chasing each other–he often got too excited and Richard would end up falling, granted he would laugh after it, but it did cause worry to race through Raven.
“I won’t run too fast, Mama.” He says with a small nod. Damian smiles and sets him down at the front steps, and Richard takes off, Titus following him. Damian and Raven stand on the steps, his arm around her waist, as they watch their son play with the great dane, giggling and screaming with joy. Neither of them had a childhood, neither had time to be children. Running around gardens or having bed time stories. Surrounded by family wherever they walked. Their children would have everything they didn’t.
That was the promise they made to each other the first time they held their son. Even though they knew that was the case in their hearts long before he was born. Bruce walked up beside him, Dick and Jason following. Alessia was now awake and wiggled out of her grandfather’s arms. She walked over to the puddles left by the rain the night before and started hopping in them, a smile wide on her face. “Jaja, come!” She said, grabby hands pointed towards Jason.
Jason gave Dick a smirk and nodded, pointing to himself, “Jaja.” Dick rolled his eyes and pointed to Richard, “Named after me.” Damian rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics but felt a sense of happiness and pride.
This, this was his family. He was raised an Al Ghul, an assassin that was prepared to take over the world with a new vision of it. But these people changed all that, they gave him a home and were the reason he met the love of his life, the reason he had children. He may have been raised an Al Ghul, but he knew one thing for sure, he was a Wayne.
I'll Always Catch You. -- "Enough."
DamiJon. Best friends who don't want to admit their feelings for each other incase the other doesn't feel the same. The only thing that would be worse than being shot down, would be losing each other. But damn-it if these feelings aren't strong.
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Jon was folding and putting away shirts as he listened to Damian’s recapping of the weekend away with his family. “She really called them sex bruises?” Jon asks with a laugh, “I mean she’s not wrong.” Damian groans, running his hands down his face, lying on Jon’s bed, “That’s not the point Habibi. My older sister saw my “sex bruises” and my brothers noticed them!” Jon puts his final shirt away and chuckles, “I’m sorry, baby.” Damian huffs, “This is not the time for pet names. I drove back seven hours to be here at sunrise so I could kiss my boyfriend when I arrived, only to be laughed at.”
Jon smiled and walked over falling onto the bed, more specifically onto Damian. “I’ve been thinking.” Jon says, now starfished on his back across his boyfriend. Damian raises an eyebrow, adjusting to accommodate his boyfriend, “About what, Hayseed?” Jon lets out a sigh then looks up at Damian, “Oranges cut themselves. Like, what?”
Damian laughed, knowing that if it were anybody other than his boyfriend, this would be a diversion from the previous topic. But no, this was simply Jon’s brain finding the next thing to talk about. “That’s random. But yes, oranges do have a tendency to split when sliced.”
Jon tilts his head, “Nature precuts our oranges?” Damian grins at the innocent question, “In a way, yes. It’s called citrus bifurcation.” Jon smiles and rolls onto his stomach, resting his head on his arms, which are propped on Damian’s chest, “Ooh, say more science stuff.”
Damian smiles, enjoying when he gets to teach Jon something new, “It happens because of the chemical composition of the peel. The acidity causes the cells to separate naturally. Kind of like how some fruits ripen and others don’t.” Jon nods along, genuinely paying attention, “You’re smart as fuck, Dames.”
Damian smirks proudly, “And don’t you forget it. Now sleep, genius.” Jon shakes his head and settles against Damian more, “Nah, I’m up now.” Damian groans playfully, “You’re impossible. What else do you want to know then?” Jon hums, “Anything.” Damian runs his fingers through Jon’s curls and shrugs, “How about the difference between Kryptonite and Green Kryptonite?” He asks with a smirk.
Jon gives him a sarcastic laugh and Damian chuckles, “I’m serious. Kryptonite weakens you, and Green Kryptonite kills you. Happy?” Jon huffs playfully, “Very. I’ll make sure to stay away." Damian flicks Jon’s forehead gently, “Good. Now stay away from both, and especially stay away from the red sun lamps.” Jon laughs, “I happen to like those.” He jokes, flicking Damian back.
Damian catches Jon’s hand after the fact and huffs, “Don’t joke about that, because I happen to like keeping you alive.” Jon looks away then back at Damian, “Would you move on?” Damian nods, “I suppose we can talk about something else.” Jon shakes his head, “No, if I died. Would you move on?” Damian’s expression darkens instantly, voice becoming stern, “Don’t. Don’t even think about that.”
“Dames–” Jon tries but is cut off, “No. No more talk of death. Understand?” Jon sighs, “It was just a thought. I mean with our line of work.” Damian’s jaw clenches, eyes flashing wit ha mix of anger and fear, “That’s exactly why I don’t want to hear it. We face death every day, but we don’t talk about it like it’s a casual conversation topic.” Jon kisses Damian’s hand, “I’m not going anywhere.” Damian’s grip on Jon’s hand tightens slightly, a rare vulnerability showing in his eyes, “You better not be. I’d hunt you down if you did.”
“I love you.” Jon whispers, kissing Damian’s fingers. Damian pulls Jon’s hand back to his chest, where he can feel his heartbeat, “And I love you. Now shut up and rest your throat.” Jon raises an eyebrow, “My throat?” Damian gives him a look, “You’ve been talking a lot lately, It’s getting raspy.” Jon huffs, “I know that look Damian. I’m not sick.” Damian raises an eyebrow, skeptical, “You sure about that? You sound a bit off.”
“I don’t get sick.” Jon mumbles and his boyfriend smirks, “Everyone gets sick, even superboys. Even me.” Jon pouts, “You’re not allowed to.” He laughs quietly, “Not allowed? Who’s going to stop me?” Jon hums, “Your immune system and me.” Damian chuckles, “My immune system is strong, but you? You can’t control everything, Jon.”
Jon sits up slightly, “When it comes to you? I’d move the fucking earth.”
Damian’s heart skips a beat at the intensity of Jon’s words, “You’re ridiculous, but fine, I’d let you try.” Jon nods and rests his head on Damian’s stomach, tracing shapes on his sides. Damian watches Jon trace, feeling the gentle pressure, “Get some sleep, Hayseed.” Jon may have claimed to not be getting sick, but Damian wasn’t going to take any chances of that happening.
He turned to look at the time and saw 5:39 flashing back at him from Jon’s alarm clock. Nobody else from the team would be awake for at least another three hours. Perhaps Raven at 6:30, but they wouldn’t have to worry about that, especially since she had Titus and would be taking him for a walk. And of course Dick was still back in Gotham, opting to drive back during the normal hours of the day.
He ran his fingers through Jon’s curls, feeling the Kryptonian settle down against him and looked down to confirm that he was indeed asleep, and his mind drifted to the events of his weekend at home. He had talked to Cassandra after her finding out from his “sex bruises” and told her all about him and Jon.
“I’m happy for you, Damian. You’re happy.” It wasn’t a question, or a suggestion. Cassandra had been raised to know body language before any other one. Hell she could tell if someone was guilty just by looking in their eyes. And her brother? Well his eyes were filled with peace and love. “Please don’t tell anyone. I’m not ready for them to know yet.” She smiles and kisses his head, “Of course, just be safe. Protect your heart, little brother.”
He was grateful for her support, although he already knew he didn’t need to protect his heart. It was in the safest place he knew–with Jon. After all, Jon’s always had his heart.
….
“Let’s go on a date.” Damian looks up from his paperwork and meets Jon’s eyes, “Why?” Jon huffs, “Cause that’s what couples do, Dames. They go on dates.” Damian smirks at Jon’s huff, “We’re not most couples, Jonathan. You can fly and I know 17 different ways to kill someone without using my hands or legs.”
Jon stands up, “I’m going to ignore that last part. Come on, I wanna go on a date. Please.” He gave Damian puppy eyes and Damian tried to ignore them, but Jon placed his face right in front of Damian’s. “Jonathan. No don’t look at me like…fuck. Where are we going?” Jon smiled, triumphantly and kissed his boyfriend. “Beach.” Damian couldn’t help but give a tiny nod of approval to him. “Beach it is.”
Jon smiled and pulled Damian off his desk chair and to the bed, “Tomorrow, we’ll head to the beach on the far part of Jump City. Then we can get ramen, or tacos–” Damian chuckles, “Knowing you, it’s going to be ramen, and tacos, and burgers, and drinks.” Jon smiles, “Sounds perfect.” He kisses Damian and wraps one arm around his waist, while the other rests on the ex-assassin's jaw. “Beach day it is, Habibi. Can’t wait.” Damian whispers.
The next morning however, Jon had gotten a mixed mind at breakfast. “Yeah, it was crazy. It sounded totally lame.” Donna starts, “Just a movie then they went home, like is one activity enough? Besides, she had to pay for her own ticket.” Jon’s mind began racing. Was he doing enough for his and Damian’s first date? Their first date! It had to be fucking awesome.
Damian walked into the kitchen with Raven, Titus circling their feet, “You spoil him too much.” Damian tells her, pulling two tea-cups out of the cabinet. “I do not. He’s just such a good boy he deserves to have a snack or two.” Damian huffs, “Or four? He’s going to get sick.” Raven rolls her eyes, “He’s fine, Damian.” She says, bending down to kiss Titus’s head.
“What are you guys talking about?” She asks, taking a seat beside Donna, “Oh, just bad dates.” Damian took a seat besides Jon who didn’t notice until a hand slid onto his thigh. He looked over and was met with Damian’s questioning glance. “Everything alright?” He whispered. Jon gave him a nod and a small smile, “Y-yeah. Ready to go?” He whispers back.
Damian slides off the stool and finishes his tea with a nod, he leans in to whisper to Raven letting her know they’ll be heading out on their date and to cover for them if anyone else asks, “Don’t make him fat.” He finishes out loud, pointing to Titus who gives him a small bark. Damian pets Titus’s head as he walks out, his and Jon’s bags already in the car from the night before, not wanting to be stopped by the team with any extra questions.
“Need directions, Habibi?” Damian asks, sliding his seatbelt on. Jon starts his truck and shakes his head, “We’re uh, gonna do a quick stop first.” Damian raises an eyebrow, “And where is this stop?” Jon’s head races with places he could go. What would be good enough for Damian? Stupid question, nothing. Fuck what would–
“Art museum.” Damian raises an eyebrow, “Jonathan, we’ve been to the museum a hundred times. I thought we were going to the beach today.” Damian asked in a gentle voice, genuinely curious and confused.
“We’re just going to walk through the museum first. Stop one of our first date.” Damian’s eyes widened, “Stop…one?” Where the hell was his boyfriend taking him?
….
Museum, which Damian had already memorized from his many occasional trips there. Observatory, which Damian had to admit was odd since it was the middle of the morning and no stars were out. Desserts, drinks, snacks. Everything Jon stopped at, and still no beach.
It wasn’t that Damian had his heart set on going, but he was so confused as to why Jon was dragging him all over Jump city with random events. “So this place does a small firedance, I heard it’s–” Damian pulls Jon’s hand, stopping him in his steps, “Jonathan, why are we going all over the city. It’s already 4, and by the time we get to the beach there won’t be much sun, and it’ll be crowded.”
Jon huffs, “I thought that we could do more for our first date, not just the beach. I have to make it special.” He was by now frustrated. Not by Damian, of course not. But the fact that he hadn’t prepared enough, that this day wasn’t enough and it wasn’t going to be. “Maybe we should try again tomorrow. Or next week, I heard there’s a Cirque du Soleil show, and maybe I can get reservations somewhere or–”
“Jonathan, stop! Why are you freaking out about this?” Jon runs a hand through his curls, “I-I just wanted our first date to be special, to mean something–” Damian holds the sides of his face, “It does mean something, Jon. It’s us together.” Jon huffs, his feelings growing and unlike usual when Damian calms him down, Jon is too in his head to take a breath, “Us together isn’t enough!” Damian freezes, and Jon does too. Fuck, he shouldn’t have taken that back. He wishes he could, maybe–no. He can’t take that back, just like he can’t take back this day.
“Let’s just go back to the tower.” He whispers, and Damian nods, walking back to the car silently, pulling a curse from Jon. Once in the car Damian stares out the window, and Jon can’t even begin to think of how to apologize. Meanwhile, Damian was having an internal meltdown. What did Jon mean when he said that they weren’t enough? Was he regretting this now that they are together? Now that they are an actual couple.
When Jon pulls into the tower, they don’t say anything to each other, and simply walk up to their rooms. Jon goes into his with a final look to Damian and proceeds to sit on the floor at the edge of his bed, with his head buried into his arms on his knees.
Damian, instead of going to his room, went further down the hall to Raven’s. When he walked inside he saw Titus on his back as she rubbed his stomach, “I swear I haven’t fed him that many–woah. What’s wrong?” She stands up quickly, Titus moving to the edge of the bed where Damian is now sitting. “What makes you think anything’s wrong?” He asks. Raven sits next to him with a soft laugh, “I’m an empath, Damian. I can practically taste how upset you are.” Damian huffs and leans back, resting his head on Titus. “Did your date not go well? I didn’t think you’d be back from the beach for another few hours.”
“Well, we might still be there, if we’d ever even gotten to the beach. Instead, Jon dragged me around the city all day doing random activities, and seeing things that I know bored him.” Raven sighs and lies back on the bed, “Maybe he was just nervous.” Damian shrugs, “I figured his nerves would be calmed by sand and spaghetti. Not fire dancing or going around a museum. And you won’t believe what he said before we ended the whole thing,” Damian turned to Raven, “he said,”
“Being together isn’t enough.” They both gave each other confused looks and sat up looking at the door, the voice that said the sentence being on the other side. “That, was freakishly correct.” Damian and Raven stood up and walked across the hall to where they saw Donna’s open bedroom door, as she floated above the ground on the phone.
Damian rushed over and took the phone from her, hanging it up, “Hey–” Donna is cut off, “What did you just say?” He asked quickly, and she dropped to the ground with a huff, “Hello to you too–” Damian put the phone back in her hand, “What did you just say on the phone, Troy?”
“That being together isn’t enough? What about it?” Raven walks over and pushes a hand on Damian’s chest to make him step back, “Why were you saying that, Donna?” Donna sits on her bed and shrugs, “I was telling my sister about this date that my friend went on. Guy took her to the movies and that’s it. Literally no nice dinner, not even flowers. Just them, and them together, that’s not–” Damian pinches the bridge of his nose, “Not enough, yes, we heard you the first dozen fucking times.”
Raven smacks his torso, “Did you tell anyone else about your friend?” Donna hums thinking, “I told Kori at breakfast.” Damian sighed, realizing that Jon overheard, and overthought. “Thank you for nothing, Donna.” He says and storms out.
Damian sprints down the hall and puts in the code to Jon’s door walking in, “Jon?” He looks around then steps into the bathroom and opens the shower door, “Jon.” The Kryptonian jumps and spins, “Fuck! Dames, you can’t do that to me, I almost had a heart attack!” Damian rolls his eyes and strips, stepping into the shower, “Your heart is too strong for that.” He closes the door and pulls Jon’s face to him.
“Donna is an idiot.” Jon’s eyes drop knowing what Damian’s talking about, “Maybe, but–” Damian shakes his head, “No, maybe. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Together, we certainly are more than fucking enough. Please, never ever listen to Troy’s relationship advice. I doubt the Amazons taught much about being in love.”
Jon nods and a tear slips down his cheek, which Damian kisses away, “I just wanted it to be perfect. So fucking special for you, Dames.” Damian tip toes and pulls Jon into a hug, guiding Jon’s head to the crook of his neck, “You make everything special, Hayseed. Everyday is a fucking experience with you. I don’t care about running around the town, all I want is to be with you. I don’t care if we’re on a mission in space, or just cuddling in bed.”
Jon hugs Damian tighter and nods, “I love you, Dames.” Damian smiles and kisses Jon, “I love you too, Hayseed, but the water heater is broken and I’m not standing in this fucking cold water any longer.”
Jon laughs and carries Damian outside after wrapping both their waists in towels. They put on sweats and Damian rests on Jon’s chest, as his own personal weighted blanket. In the morning, Jon looks down glad to see that Damian is still there, still in his arms. He kisses Damian’s head then glances at the time–2:46. Jon kisses Damian’s cheek then rubs his back, “Dames, Dames get up.” Damian’s eyes slowly open and he looks up, “You’re comfy, why am I awake?”
Jon rolls them over and tells Damian to get a hoodie on, “Meet me in my truck.” Damian raises an eyebrow confused but goes to his room to get a hoodie and make a quick check in on Titus, then heads down to the driveway where Jon is excitedly waiting in his truck.
“Alright, Hayseed, what is this about?” Jon leans over and kisses Damian then hands him the aux chord. “You’ll see.” Damian laughs and leans back playing one of Jon’s favorite playlists, thinking about where his boyfriend could be taking him at 3 in the morning.
Their drive was comfortable and as both of them saw it, perfect. Jon’s hand rested interlaced with Damian’s on the ex-assassin’s thigh, occasionally pressing a kiss to his palm. After 36 minutes of driving Jon pulls up to an all night hole in the wall spot and runs out. 5 minutes later he comes back and hands Damian a to-go bag, and Damian reluctantly puts it on the floor, wanting to know what’s inside.
After another 20 minutes, they pull up to a secluded part of the beach, and Damian smiles, looking over at Jon. “It’s empty, and there’s no sun, and the water is way too cold to swim in. But all we need is us.” Damian smiles and kisses Jon, “We’re enough.” Jon smiles and nods, “More than fucking enough.”
They move to the sand and sit down on a blanket that Jon threw in the back of the car while Damian was getting ready, and Jon sets down their water bottles. Damian opens the bag and drops his head in a laugh, “Ramen?” Jon smiles, “There’s a bag of Chinese pretzels on the side.” Damian’s head drops back and he smiles.
“You’re perfect.” Jon smiles and kisses him then grabs his own bowl. They talk as they watch the waves, as the moon reflects off of them, and even though the wind blows cold air over them, they don’t feel anything but happiness and content. They sit on the sand for an hour and a half, having finished their food a while ago, and were now lying back against pillows that Jon also brought, Damian between his legs leaning against his chest, and a blanket over the both of them.
“I’m sorry I let Donna get to me. I promise, the only people from now on who will have any influence on our relationship is you, me, and let’s be honest, Raven.” Jon whispers, arms around Damian. Damian smiles and nods, “I agree that she’s a part of it. She might start invoicing us for solving our problems.” Jon laughs and leans back.
“Suns coming up, Dames. Wanna head back?” He whispers. Damian shakes his head and rolls over, resting against Jon’s chest. “I want to see the sunrise with you, then take the long way back so we can listen to music some more.” Jon smiles and kisses Damian’s forehead, “We can do that, Dames. Sounds perfect.”
Most Asked Questions - "Jason Todd."
Jason Todd answers the internet' most asked questions.
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The director walks up behind the camera man with a smile and looks past the screen, “Alright, cameras are good to go. Whenever you’re ready Mr. Todd.”
“Hey, I’m Jason Todd. Second adopted to Bruce Wayne, best looking, and I’m going to be answering some of the internet’s most asked questions about me.”
Jason picks up the first board and tears off the piece of paper on the first line, “What is Jason Todd’s…middle name? My middle name is Peter, clearly not my doing, I prefer, Jason Badass Todd.” He smiles innocently, picking off the next piece of paper, “What is Jason Todd’s favorite Book?”
Jason leans back in the seat, one leg over the other now growing more comfortable and less tense in the situation, “Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. I suppose the Art of War would also be up there.” Little did he know, that answer would win him some points with the women.
Jason rips off the next piece and reads off the board, “What is Jason Todd’s birthday? August 16th, don’t remember most of it, but I assume I was fu–very cute.” His brother’s, dad, and best friend on the side let out a sigh of relief at his self-censor. “And finally, what is Jason Todd’s natural hair color?” His eyes widen, how the fuck did they know it wasn’t black? “It’s actually red you mini detectives. I’m actually Dick’s favorite red-head.”
Jason smirks and tosses the board to the side, “Wasn’t too hard. Let’s see what’s up next–who’s Jason Todd’s…this is gonna get interesting, first up, who are Jason Todd’s parents?” His eyes fill with something for a quick second before he looks up at the camera, “My dad is Bruce Wayne.” Bruce lets out a breath and holds back his tears, he can happy cry with Alfred later.
“Who is my best friend? Well, it was Roy Harper, before he left me alone on this Earth.” Roy, who was sitting on the side next to Dick here to support and or laugh at Jason, rolls his eyes, knowing Jason is still grumpy that he moved closer to Star City so that Lian is near Oliver and Dinah. “Stop telling people I’m dead!” He tells Jason from off screen, and Jason dramatically sighs, “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”
“Idiot.” Damian mumbles, rolling his eyes. Jason pulls off the next piece of paper and reads, “Who is the sexy Jason Todd’s–yes it says that–favorite superhero? Wonder Woman. Easy. She is an incredible heroine and I aspire to meet her some day.” He sends a subtle glare to Bruce who has yet to let him meet Diana, afraid–rightfully so–that Jason will fan-boy and best case scenario faint.
“Moving on,” Jason drags out the ‘on’ dramatically, “Who is my favorite brother?” Jason looks over at the group who are now staring at him directly. Jason lets out a long deep breath, “I have to go home and see them later so I don’t really want to start a war. I like hanging out with Dick and grabbing drinks. Timbo’s cool to grab food with, he knows a lot of spots, and Damian,” He pauses and Damian knows why right away.
It isn’t general knowledge, even in the family, that Jason helped to raise Damian. That Jason often wished he could swoop his little brother up and carry him away from the League to live a normal childhood. Maybe even bring him back to Bruce. But they continued their closeness, even if their relationship consisted of a lot of bodily injuries and sarcastic insults flown across the dining table, much to Alfred’s disliking.
“Damian’s great for mountain climbing.” As they used to when they could get away for the day in Nanda Parbat to watch the sunrise and-or sunset. “Kid’s always down for an adventure.” Damian gave him a subtle nod, “They’re all annoying as fuck though.” The camera crew winced and made sure to write down the time in the video that they’d need to censor. Bruce runs a hand down his face, “He was doing so well.” He mumbles to himself.
“And lastly in this category, who is my favorite author? That would be the brilliant Jane Austin. Next board.” He smiles with a wink to the camera and whips the board to the side, a groan of impact heard from one, if not more, of his brothers.
“Alright, does Jason Todd have any kids?” Jason’s eyes widen and he lets out a huff, “F–I hope not! Wrap it before you tap it people–” Bruce groans from the side, “Jason!” Jason rolls his eyes with a huff, “I do have a niece that is just a little tiny ray of sunshine named Lian.” Roy smiles and feels pride at his daughter’s impact on Jason.
“Do I smoke? I don’t anymore. I picked up the habit when I was younger and lived on the streets or in between orphanages before meeting Bruce. Luckily I dropped it–terrible for the physique and now I work-out to blow off steam.” He smiles, proud of himself. “Does the lovely Jason Todd bake? I do actually, my specialty is cookies, and Alfred gives me free range of the kitchen, but especially on Wednesdays. I’m the only one in the house with that lovely privilege.”
Jason sends a smirk to his brothers who either roll their eyes, flip him off, or reveal a dagger that Bruce quickly covers. “Did Jason Todd go to Gotham Academy? Yes, I did in fact go to Gotham Academy, same as the rest of my brothers. I’m pretty sure between tuition and paying for broken items, Bruce is covering the cost of any new building projects they may have.”
He tosses the board behind him and smiles, “Our last category is how do I make my cookies? Psh, the recipe. Folks I’m afraid that recipe is going with me to the grave…again.” He mumbles the last part for his family with a teasing smirk. “Next up, how many languages do I speak? A few different ones, English–obviously–, Spanish, Russian, German, French, Italian, Arabic. I can read lips and I know sign language, as well as a few more things.” He sees one of the intern’s jaws drop and he sends a wink her way.
“What does it take for Jason to shut up?” Tim asks from the side, and Jason sends him a playful and dramatic glare, “We’ve moved past the ‘whats’ Tim, now we’re at the ‘hows’. Are you even paying attention?” He shakes his head, “For example, how tall is Jason Todd? I am 6’0”. Hate to throw Dick under the bus, but he is indeed shorter than Bruce and myself.” A board hits him knocking him out of his chair, the camera cutting.
As it comes back on, Jason is back in the seat, holding an ice pack to his head while Bruce hits Dick’s head. “Well, this has been the internet’s most asked questions about me, hope you enjoyed.”
Wayne Family Reunion -- The Trailer.
I imagined this movie about the Wayne family and if they got together and kinda put together the trailer that I could imagine in my mind.
Like bro, just tell me if you can picture it.
Alfred is making beds in different rooms.
End Clip.
Bruce walks into the room as Alfred is making the bed, this being the fourth room on his stop, “He’s just going to kick the sheets off. If he even shows.”
End clip.
Cars and motorcycles start pulling up to a manor, as we only see the wheels–Alfred’s voice in the background.
End clip.
Alfred walks towards Bruce who’s at the door, and as he passes him says, “If that’s how you’d like to avoid getting your hopes up, by all means, assume he won’t.” Bruce looks around the room then lets a small smile slip onto his face.
End clip.
Alfred is making dishes in the kitchen.
End clip.
Bruce walks to the room window seeing the vehicles.
End clip.
A hand reaches out for one of the cookies on Alfred’s tray, and he quickly turns, smacking it with a spatula, “I believe you had a strict kitchen ban.” The camera changes to see Dick standing at the counter with an innocent smile, “Oh, come one, Alfred. Just one?”
End clip.
Bruce walks down the steps and can hear Alfred from the kitchen talking to someone, “Put away the puppy eyes, I will not be giving in.” Bruce walks into the kitchen and smiles, “Don’t you all have a ban from here?” He sees Dick, Tim, and Damian eating cookies at the counter, and Tim shrugs, all three of them answering, "Reunion Weekend.”.
End clip.
Montage: People splashing in the pool, Dick setting drinks down at a table, Damian holding a bunny–”Just one more!”, the lights flicking on as Tim spins quickly holding a mug and the coffee pot, people yelling at each other.
End clip.
Damian and Dick walking through a store, Dick holding a giant cake and handing Damian an insane amount of packs of lighters. Damian huffs, “This is stupid.” Dick smiles and looks through a wine shelf before grabbing three bottles and balancing them on the cake box, “C’mon, reunion weekend is great. Bruce and Alfred get to see us, even if they don’t admit they miss us.”
End clip.
Bruce staring at a floatie on fire in the middle of the pool, “Alfred?” He stares at it, standing next to Alfred, “Yes, Sir?” Alfred equally as unfazed, “Where’s the fire-estinguisher?” Alfred hands one to Bruce, “I keep on in every hall of the Manor.” Bruce nods, taking it without looking.
End clip.
“It’s great to get back to Gotham every once in a while.” Dick tosses several greeting cards towards Damian, who catches them easily.
End clip.
Bruce sitting at the head of the breakfast table and all you see is him, with Damian standing over his shoulder looking down at a magazine, more specifically the cover, “It’s not that bad.” Damian mutters, with a wince and a groan, getting responses of painful and uncomfortable groans, “So loud.” “Stop talking.” “I can taste my lungs.”
End clip.
A group of criminals running down an alleyway, stopped by each of the brothers in their vigilante costumes then glaring at them and pulling out switchblades, “You can still stand down.” Dick says. Damian smirks, “Or you can make it fun.”
End clip.
The group sitting in the cave in their normal civilian clothes talking about a crime boss and facing the Batcomputer, then hear, “What’s up bitches.”
End clip.
“Master Jason, despite what you think, the Manor is always your home. And the doors are open for more than just one weekend every quarter.” Alfred tells Jason who’s sitting on the kitchen counter.
End clip.
Montage: Jason and Dick sitting on the roof with a pack of beers and balloons, as they laugh with helium filled voices, Jason and Tim sprinting out of a bar, Jason and Damian at the top of a mountain, Jason and Bruce locked in a tight hug.
End clip.
Dick and Damian in the store, “Besides, this weekend is about brother bonding too. And the great thing is that we don’t have to tell Bruce or Al what we’re up to. Perks of us all finally being legal.”
End clip.
Bruce and Alfred sitting up one night in the library with two drinks, “I think this is the most they’ve ever hung out together. Even for a reunion weekend.” Bruce says, taking a sip. Alfred nods, “I believe it’s called a late life brother bonding session.”
End clip.
All four brothers sitting in chairs at Gotham Police Department icing wounds or holding an ice pack to their head, as heels click down the hallway. “You guys look like hell.” They look up and see Barbara Gordon, “Babs?” Dick’s eyes widen.
End clip.
Damian and Dick in the store walking to the check out line, “And I suppose we won’t be talking about the fact that you ran into your ex-girlfriend mid-arrest?”
End clip.
Barbara and Dick standing close on a balcony,one of her hands on the side of his face while his eyes are closed, “You’ve been gone for a while, Boy Wonder.” She whispers and he smiles softly.
End clip.
Bruce sits and watches all his sons laugh and talk at the dinner table as his voice is heard in the background, “They’re my sons, Alfred. I love them, even when they’re driving me crazy. I’ll take every reunion I can get as long as they come home.” Alfred is heard, “They know this is their home, Sir.” We see hands on Bruce’s shoulders.
End Clip.
Bruce is walking down the life of his sons who are sitting on the couch, “Don’t add to the population,” He points at Dick, “Don’t subtract from the popuation,” He points at Damian, “Don’t end up in the hospital or newspaper,” He points at Tim, “Don’t end up in jail,” He points at Jason, a voice heard in the background, “If you end up in jail, establish dominance quickly.”
End clip.
WAYNE FAMILY REUNION
Bonus clip: Dick and Damian start checking out their items as Tim and Jason run up to the line, holding up their items and slightly out of breath, Tim holds up a piping bag for frosting, sprinkles, and a pineapple, “I got the toppings.” Jason holds up his items, and Damian covers his face, none of the other brothers fazed as if this was a part of their normal shopping list, “I got the condoms and the diagram paper.” Dick looks at them then tosses them in the cart, “Flavored?” Tim shrugs, “It was that or glow in the dark.” They all turn to the check out counter again.
End Clip.
I hope you guys liked this…let me know if I should make this into an actual book. I probably would release it once the entire thing is finished since I lowkey have most of it already planned out in my head.
The Talk ft. Wayne Family
The youngest Wayne comes home to an interesting greeting by his older brothers.
Damian walked into the manor and saw all his brothers sitting in the living room staring in his direction, all seeming a different type of on the edge of their seats. Dick's knee was bouncing quickly and his eyes kept shifting, something he only did when incredibly nervous. Jason looked cocky and like he was waiting to see some type of drama burst forth. Tim was smirking, like he had found dirt on someone, that he couldn't wait to share. Unfortunately, Damian had a feeling that he was the center of their emotions.
"Damian! Good, you're home. You should take a seat." Dick said standing up and gesturing to the couch.
Damian shrugged his bag off his shoulder and tossed it to the floor by the entryway table. "I don't know what's happening here, but I can tell it's going to be stupid, useless, and a complete waste of my time." He said, and turned towards the staircase.
Jason laughed short, "Just sit down. He won't give up until you talk about this." Damian rolled his eyes and took a seat on the couch arm, furthest from his jittery eldest brother.
"So-well Damian-there's a time, no, when you're at an age...fuck-how do-" He started fumbling. "Tt. Grayson, just spit it out."
How he wish he could have taken that back, "We found condoms in your room!"
Time seemed to freeze. Damian wasn't sure how long he sat in his place processing what Dick had just said. No idea how long Jason had been laughing and gripping his stomach, or when Tim got his phone out to record.
"W-what did you-You went through my room! You completely ignored my privacy Grayson!" Damian shot up furious.
Dick held his hands up, "I was just looking for the textbook you needed-" He tried to defend himself. Damian had texted him from school saying that there was a page diagram he needed from a certain book he had left at the manor, and asked Dick to take a picture. "It was on top of my desk. The-those, were in my drawer."
Jason shrugged, "Relax, don't go off on Dick, I'm the one that found them. Couldn't find the lighter that you stole from me, so really this is all your fault." Damian's face grew hot and he clenched his fists to stop himself for doing anything he'd regret.
"Damian, we can talk about all of that later, but right now we need to discuss, what your purpose...if they...I mean-" Dick stumbled over his words again, and Tim stepped in with some assistance, "Look, are you fucking or not?" He asked bluntly.
Damian went to answer but had found that his father entered at the worst possible moment. "I feel like I'll need some context here." He stated, closing the front door that he had entered from.
Damian had intended to divert the conversation and hopefully escape up into his room where he could hide out until the matter became uninteresting for any of them, but Jason beat his to it, "No biggie, Dick found condoms in the brat's room and flipped out." Bruce's eyes widened.
Sure Damian was 17 now and Bruce had been doing things around that age himself, but Damian isn't like him. Not in that department anyway. He had somehow always thought that he wouldn't have to worry about this situation with his youngest son.
10 years ago it was Dick, making out with Barbara on the couch of the manor when Bruce was supposed to be on a work trip. "Dick, the weather got too bad, I'll just have to postpone-" He froze upon entering to two half dressed teenagers. He turned around and they both quickly scrambled to put their clothes back on. "B-Bruce it's not-we weren't." Dick started but Bruce held a hand up.
"We'll talk about this later, Barbara do you have your car?" He asked and turned now that they were both fully dressed again. She nodded and Bruce looked to Dick, "Say goodbye Dick, after you walk her to her car we're going to have a little chat."
Bruce had tried to seem confident and like he knew what he was doing on the outside, but on the inside he was a complete mess. What the hell was he supposed to say? In the end he went over consent and the importance of protection. He had sighed in relief when the discussion had quickly ended and Dick sprinted upstairs into his room, where he remained until school the next morning.
Jason had been a completely different story, always the rebellious child. He straight out walked into Bruce's office in Wayne Industries one day and announced, "Hey Brucie, had sex yesterday, we were safe, figured we didn't need a repeat of what happened with Dick. Cool? Cool." He said then exited. It was definitely a shock to the investors Bruce was meeting with, but never the less Bruce continued the meeting, wondering if that were any better than his first go around with the topic.
Tim was by far the most interesting. It seemed that he had more to say than Bruce, "Did you know that most teenagers have sex by this age? That's crazy! They could be doing so much, studying, working, literally any other thing." Bruce had at one point wondered if Tim had any hope for a relationship in general.
But this, this was Damian. His youngest, the one who he had the most trouble with. They were so similar, almost too similar at times, even though they would often deny it. Despite how close they'd grown over the last few years of Damian living in the manor, they still had their fair share of awkward moments, or conversations that seemed to go nowhere. This was the one area he had thought Damian had differed from him the most.
Damian had never been very social, having few friends, and even then they were mostly his team mates. When Bruce started sending him to Gotham High School, he'd hoped that Damian would branch out and make some new connections. Yet, the last thing he expected was this type of connection.
"Well, Damian, perhaps there's a talk that-" Bruce began but his son cut him off.
"No. No this is not happening. I am not discussing this. Father, I'm not a child, I know all I need to know, and I have absolutely no interest in having a conversation about this with you, and especially not any of these idiots." He said, and finished by pointing towards his brothers. Dick gasped, Tim shrugged, and Jason muttered, "That's fair."
Damian stormed up into his bedroom and Bruce sighed then followed, intentionally telling his other sons to stay in the living room.
"Damian," He knocked and stepped into his room slowly. Damian was sitting on the edge of his bed on his phone. "Can I come in?"
Damian looked up and groaned, "You already have." Bruce stepped in further and took a seat next to his son. "Damian, I don't want this to be difficult, I just want to make sure that you know-" Damian stopped him, "Father please don't. I know what consent is, I know what protection is, why it's important. All of that. Trust me, we don't need a repeat of you and mother." Bruce laughed at his blunt answer and Damian smiled softly. "Alright then. If you do need anything-" Damian nodded, "I will ask."
Bruce nodded and patted Damian on the shoulder then stepped out and saw all his sons leaning against the opposite wall clearly listening in. "I trust none of you to give this talk, but I trust one of you the least" He stated and began to walk away with a smirk, leaving them to argue over who it was that he trusted the least.
everyday struggle i fear
I'll Always Catch You. -- "Always Been Yours."
DamiJon. Best friends who don't want to admit their feelings for each other incase the other doesn't feel the same. The only thing that would be worse than being shot down, would be losing each other. But damn-it if these feelings aren't strong.
Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
DCU Ships Masterlist
smut warning
Jon pulls back, and looks at Damian, “What happened at dinner?” Damian shakes his head, “I’ll tell you later.” Jon nods and pulls him back into a kiss.
He didn’t know what the fuck happened in the last hour, but at this moment, he couldn’t care less.
Jon pulls Damian into him, the kiss sending fire through both of them, "I'm never letting you go, Jonathan. You're mine, I'm yours. Fuck, I've been yours." Jon smiles and pulls Damian closer, "I love you, Damian Wayne." Damian laughs into the kiss, a sweet laugh filled with everything he's wanted to say for the past few months, "I love you so fucking much, Jonathan Kent." He whispers, connecting their lips again.
Jon pushes Damian back towards the desk, all the items on top of it sliding off, "Sorry." He mumbles with a laugh, Damian shakes his head smiling, "Don't worry about it." Jon's hand slides to the back of his boyf--wait, "What are we?" He asks, pulling back. Damian raises an eyebrow, "If you'd like to label us being in love, then we are boyfriends. But I don't care what you call us as long as you're mine." Jon smiles and rocks on his feet, "All I've wanted to hear for months." He pulls his boyfriend back into a kiss and starts tugging off his soaked suit jacket. "Did you run here?"
"Yes, I needed to see you." Jon shakes his head with a laugh, lips moving to Damian's neck, "You're going to get sick." He slides Damian's jacket off fully, and begins undoing the buttons of his white shirt, "Trust me?" Damian nods in response to Jon's question, "With my life." Jon smiles and tugs his own hoodie over his head, Damian's hands meeting his waist. If Jon didn't care about this being the most intimate moment of their lives knowing each other so far, he'd have hissed from the cold touch. Jon picks Damian up, the ex-assassin's legs wrapping around the Kryptonian's waist.
Damian's eyes narrowed in confusion when Jon walked towards the opposite direction of the bed, "Where are--" Jon kisses his neck, "Like I said, you're gonna get sick if you stay like this.” He walks into the bathroom next to Damian's room and pushes him against the counter, lips trailing down his neck to his chest, and Damian's head dropping back. Jon tugs off Damian's belt, then slides his sweatpants off, as Damian steps out of his pants, the two now bare and feeling like this was where they belonged. In each other's arms.
"Fuck, you're perfect." Jon whispers, looking over Damian's body. He could see the scars that have built up over the years, and made a mental note to kiss every single one. Damian let out a laugh, "If either of us were to be the perfect one, it's you, Jonathan." Jon spins them, kissing Damian hard and reaching into the shower to turn on the water, waiting till it turned hot enough to fill the room with steam.
As they stumbled into the shower, Jon's hand reached down and began lightly stroking his boyfriend's cock, Damian letting out a sound that made Jon's heart race. "F-fuck, Habibi." Jon smiles, "Say that again." Damian tugs at Jon's hair, glad that he can finally do it, after months of wanting to tug at his curls. "Habibi. Mine, my beloved."
Jon’s lips attach to Damian’s as he backs him against the wall, hand tugging lightly at his aching cock still as Damian’s breathing grows shallow and shaky, “You’re so beautiful, Dames.” He whispers.
Damian bites at Jon’s shoulder and Jon drops his head forward “Jon, p-please.” Jon takes his jaw firm but gentle and lifts it, “Please what, Dames?” A whimper escapes the Robin’s throat, “Fuck me.” He says, more as an expression but Jon smiles, “I can do that.”
Damian chuckles and rolls his eyes then gasps as Jon reaches down and pulls him up by the back of his thighs. Damian's legs come up to wrap around Jon's waist and he pulls the Kryptonian closer, as Jon's lips trail down Damian's chest, leaving marks and small bites in his trail. "So, fucking, beautiful." He whispers after each kiss. He slides a finger into his boyfriend's ass, Damian's head falling back on the wall, "Fuck, Jonathan."
Jon smiles and kisses his now exposed neck, "Good?" Damian nods, unable to form the right words. He figured that being with Jon like this would be intense and passionate, but damn, if he knew it would be this electric he would've told Dick to go fuck himself and his stupid rule--that he now knows doesn't exist--and jumped Jon the second he saw him. Adding another finger, Jon begins a slow motion of sliding them in and out while Damian lets out soft groans, his breathing shaky.
"Fuck, you're way too good at that." He mumbles out tugging at Jon's hair. Jon smiles and kisses Damian softly. He reaches down and wraps a hand around Jon's cock which is hard against his boyfriend's abs, pre-cum leaking from the tip, "Fuck, Dames." Jon's eyes meet Damian's and he slips his fingers out, guiding his cock to Damian's entrance. "Can I?" Damian nods quickly and Jon shakes his head, pulling his jaw so Jon can look Damian in his eyes, "Can I?"
"Yes. Please, yes." Damian says, verbally. Jon slides in slowly and Damian's jaw drops, Jon's hold on him nearly slipping as he tries to keep his balance, "Fuck you feel so good." He whispers beginning a pace. He pulls Damian back into a kiss, hot and full of want. The sounds of their moans echo in the bathroom, mixed with the occasional slap of skin, Damian's composure completely shatters as he loses himself in the sensation.
Jon's hips snap and meet the assassins with every thrust, Damian's lets trembling as he starts to lost his grip on Jon, "Faster, please." Jon nods and moans into Damian's neck, hips pounding into him at a faster pace. Damian's nails pull down Jon's muscles leaving marks as he cries out at the new pace. His eyes rolling back, tears forming from the overwhelming pleasure, "I'm close, Habibi."
Jon lets out a shaky breath and wipes Damian's tears, kissing his jaw while he whispers sweet words, "So fucking beautiful." Damian's breathing hitches again as Jon pulls him into another kiss, and whimpers one last time, his body tensing up as he cuts with a loud moan of Jon's name. He pants heavily, collapsing against Jon as he rides out his high, his cum spilling onto the floor and Jon's hand, Jon's thrusts quickening as he spills into Damian with a groan.
Both of the two releasing soft whimpers from the feelings, Jon setting Damian on his feet as he pulls out, "I love you, Dames." The Kryptonian whispers and Damian responds, "I love you more, Jon." Jon laughs and shakes his head, "I really don't think that's fucking possible." He kisses Damian on the forehead and Damian hugs him.
Once out, the two collapse onto Damian’s bed, both in sweatpants and one of Jon’s sweatshirts. Jon melts into Damian, his head on his chest and sighs with comfort. “You won’t tell anyone you fucked me right?” Damian whispers, Jon breaking out into laughter, “Don’t worry, Dames. Everyone can think you’ve reached the level of top in this relationship.”
Damian smiles and runs a hand through Jon’s curls, sure that if he could do that forever he would. “Well, maybe, they don’t have to know quite yet.” He suggests and Jon thinks about it genuinely for a minute, “Not that I don’t want anyone to know, or anything like that. I just–” Damian sighs, “I lost so much time with you, with us, I’d like it to just be that way for now.” Jon nods, “I agree. Plus sneaking around might be kinda hot.”
Damian chuckles and kisses his boyfriend’s head. “So, what are we going to do about Dick’s rule?” Jon asks, bringing up what he thought would be the breaking point of them. Damian smiles, “It wasn’t his rule. He was writing something to a boss saying that was stupid. He doesn’t care if team mates date.”
Jon’s head flies up to meet Damian’s eyes, “Seriously?” Damian nods, “So we spent all that time not fucking for a typo?” Damian winces and nods. “Yes. I’m sorry, Habibi.” Jon huffs with a pout, “Now I have to fuck you double.” Damian smirks, “Well, I wouldn’t say not to that.”
….
Raven knew. Of course she knew. Even if Jon and Damian hadn’t told their best friend the next day, she would have found out eventually. The way they were with each other around the team hadn’t changed much. They would still sit next to each other at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Still have each other’s backs on missions or fighting C-List villains. Still sit next to each other during movie nights.
Except now, their hands were joined under the blankets. They made sure to keep their eyes on each other even more in the field. Breakfast was usually filled with side-ways glances with memories from the night before. Hell, lunch and dinner were often the same.
Today, though? Today was their true test. Sure they were able to keep their relationship from the Titan’s for two and a half weeks. Even from Dick! He’d noticed something but he just brushed it off as them being back to best friends. Glad that they’d made up. But today was their monthly check-in with the Justice League, and even worse, it was in person this time. “He’s going to know.” Damian says from his spot pacing in front of his boyfriend. Jon was sitting on his bed, Titus’s toy in hand as they played tug-of-war. “He’s not gonna know. We talked about this, we’ll sit on opposite ends of the table, won’t look at each other, and won’t meet up until we’re sure they’re gone.”
Damian shakes his head and walks over sitting on Jon’s lap hugging him, “My father will know. I know he will.” Jon tosses Titus’s toy across the room, the dog running for it. “Dames, he won’t find out. And even if he does, I’m sure he’ll keep it a secret until we’re ready for people to know.”
Damian nods and melts into Jon, “We should probably get ready.” He whispers. Jon nods, “You’re dad will definitely figure it out if you show up to the meeting in a Metropolis University shirt and I show up in your sweatpants.” Damian shrugs, “We were stealing each other’s clothes long before we started dating.” He says, Jon laughing. “That’s true.” He rolled them so he was over Damian, the ex-assassin now smirking, “I suppose we can wait a little longer.”
He sits up and pulls at Jon’s jacket, the material sliding off the Kryptonian’s shoulders, as Jon’s lips attach to Damian’s. “You’re going to get us in trouble.” Jon mumbles, Damian laughing into the kiss. “Never stopped us before.”
Jon pushes Damian’s shirt higher as Damian runs a hand through Jon’s curls, something he’s taken to doing at every opportunity he gets, pushing Jon’s jacket off completely. As they continue to pull at each other’s clothes and lips drift over skin, the door to Damian’s room slides open, the two in their own world too much to care.
Raven walks in and leans against the wall clearing her throat, Damian and Jon jumping apart and looking over. “Ever hear of knocking?” Damian asks with a huff. Raven laughs, “That’s hilarious coming from you.” She stands straight, “Just thought I’d give you a heads up that your dads are here. One of which has super-hearing.” Jon huffs and falls next to Damian on the bed, “We’ll be there in a minute.”
Damian groans and sits up mumbling something about his best friend being a cock-block. “Alright, time to pretend that I don’t plan on fucking you tonight after dinner.” Jon says, Damian pushing him off the bed. “Idiot.” Jon hops back up, arms resting on the bed as he leans in towards Damian, “Your idiot.”
They quickly change into their suits and head out to the meeting room where they take seats on opposite ends of the table, Raven next to Jon and holding back her laughter as Damian glares at the front of the room with a subtle pout.
Turns out, pretending that your boyfriend isn’t your boyfriend is incredibly hard. Especially in the early stages where all they wanted was to be by each other and hold hands. Everybody noticed that Damian was more, well, Damian in the meeting, unable to look at Jon though they didn’t think anything of that part.
As Wonder Woman gave her briefing, Batman sent a message to Robin’s gauntlet, something that only he’d see–What’s wrong? Damian huffed, and sent a message back, Nothing. This is how I normally am. Bruce’s eyes narrow as he looks over at his youngest who’s now avoiding eye contact.
He looked over to Dick instead who was already looking between the two, and gave his father a shrug. He’s been fine lately. Happy even. Dick’s message makes Bruce even more skeptical. Was Damian upset that he was there? He’d been home the month before and everything was fine then he ran out at dinner. He was supposed to be at the Manor this weekend, and Bruce was hoping he wouldn’t cancel.
After the meeting he quickly went up to his son, mission in mind. “Damian, you’ll be home this weekend, correct?” Damian subtly winced. He had planned on figuring a way to get out of that–a mission, a villain, a well timed injury, but so far he had nothing. His father would just get more suspicious if he said no anyway, so he really only had one choice, “Of course, Father.”
Bruce gave him a small nod. “Good, Dick will be coming home too, so you can just join him.” Damian shook his head. He knew that Dick was also joining them at the Manor, but he also knew that Dick would be leaving tonight, and he planned to have at least one more day with Jon before everything with his family exploded.
“I’ll drive myself. There are some files here that I need to close out before I can leave. Also, Titus travels better in my car.” The dog’s head lifts from where he was lounging on the couch next to Raven, after hearing his name. “Alright then. We’ll see you Friday.” Bruce gives him one final goodbye then heads out with the rest of the League.
….
“Jonathan!” Damian pulls his hands over his face, for what seems like the fifth time in that hour. Why did he think that Jon’s offer to help him pack would end with something actually getting done? So far, Jon had managed to get Damian to take a five minute cuddle break, twice. Unpacked what Damian had already packed several times until the ex-assassin finally noticed what he was doing. And was now lying across Damian’s bed with a pout, arms crossed. “Why are you leaving? You went back to the manor only a few weeks ago.”
Damian rolls his eyes, “Yes, because I missed the regular date to go home. You’re being immature.” Though he wasn’t really upset. He didn’t want to go either, he didn’t want to leave when he was in this perfect space between him and Jon. “I’ll be back Sunday night, and we can go to the taco place you like.”
Jon lifts his head, “Tacos?” Damian slides onto his lap and nods with a laugh, “Yes, tacos.”
Leaning forward to kiss the other, Damian’s hips happen to slide over Jon’s the two groaning. Jon pulls Damian down more, hand sliding to the back of his neck. Damian melts into the kiss, but then pulls back with a playful glare, “Jon, I have to finish packing.” His words, not holding any actual intention.
“You won’t be leaving till 4 tomorrow. Pack later.” Jon whispers, pulling Damian by the back of his neck gently to be closer. Damian shivers at the whisper, his resolve weakening, “I suppose I could do that, but you know I like to be packed by 7 so I can take Titus on a walk.” Jon huffs out a laugh and sits up, hugging Damian close to him, “Here’s my offer–I can fuck you very deeply on this bed and possibly in the shower after I fuck you on the desk, or we can continue packing.”
Damian’s cheeks flush red at the bluntness, but he raises an eyebrow intrigued by the first option, “And what would be on the desk, Habibi?” Jon smirks, “My cock in your ass.” Damian swallows hard, his grip becoming possessive, “Option one it is. Packing can wait even longer.” Jon smiles and pulls Damian’s shirt off, immediately pulling him into a kiss. Damian kisses back fiercely, tangling his fingers in Jon’s hair.
Damian smirks, pushing Jon back onto the bed, nipping at his jawline, “Fuck, Dames.” Jon groans out. Damian grinds down against Jon, “Getting impatient?” Jon huffs, “You’re teasing me.” “That’s the point.” Damian says, grinding down again, as he begins pressing kisses down Jon’s chest.
“Fuck.” Jon groans out and Damian smirks, reaching his nipple and nipping at it, “Say please.” Jon rolls his eyes, “Please, Dames. Before I lose my mind.” Damian smirks, “Good, but I might still make you wait a bit more.”
Jon looks up at him, eyes darkening then flips them over, “Nah. You had fun, my turn.” Damian lets out a surprised chuckle, his eyes sparking with challenge, “Is that so? Make me yours then, Habibi.” Jon smiles, “Always do.”
….
At four the next morning, the same time as the last trip home for Damian, he and Jon were standing outside his car, waiting for Titus to go inside. “Titus, I’m not giving you your squeaky shark. Alfred got you a non-squeaky one.” Damian sighs, head resting on the top of the door. Titus gives him a huff and a small bark. Tired of dealing with this for the last five minutes, Damian reaches into the front seat and tosses Titus’s favorite toy into the back, the great dane immediately hopping into the back seat and laying down while he chews at his favorite toy.
Jon let out a laugh and closed the door carefully, as Damian got in the driver’s seat. Jon leaned through the window, and unlike their last goodbye, kissed Damian softly. “Call me when you get there.” Damian chuckles, “You’ll still be asleep. I’ll text you.” He responds, kissing his boyfriend one last time.
The drive to Gotham seemed to drag on forever, Damian’s urge to turn around and climb into bed with Jon to cuddle seemed like the perfect thing to do, but he knew that his father was expecting to see him, and that he did in fact miss the Manor.
He pulled up to the gate and smirked, knowing that Alfred would have something to say about him being in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, again. “Come on, Titus.” Damian says, opening the back door. Luckily Titus knew not to squeak the toy while Damian was driving, but now that they were home he jumped out, biting it to his heart’s content.
Hearing the loud sounds, Alfred opened the door and raised an eyebrow at the dog, “Did I not get you a more silent object?” Damian chuckles, “I think he mainly brought it to put me on edge for the drive.” Titus walks into the house and trots straight to Damian’s room.
“Master Damian, I assume your father cut you off from your bank-accounts.” He said, giving Damian a once over. A smirk comes to the teenager’s face as he walks into the Manor “Pennyworth, worry not. Father hasn’t stopped my accounts.” Alfred raises an eyebrow, “Then you’ve been mind-controlled. Or possibly lost a bet.” He mutters as he walks off into the kitchen.
Damian enters the living room and sees his father and all his brothers. “Hey, you wanna tell us why you ran out from dinner the other night?” Jason asks. Damian had yet to explain the reasoning to his family, and simply hoped that they wouldn’t call or text him about the topic. “I realized a break-through on an important case. I needed to get to the problem.” He says, a practiced steady lie.
Jason’s eyes narrow. He’s known Damian since the ex-assassin was a kid, and just like Dick was trained by Batman, so he could tell that there was something in his story that wasn’t exactly the truth. “If you say so.” He mutters, sinking back into his seat.
Damian slides his sweatshirt off, tossing it onto the back of the couch, making a mental note to take it with him upstairs before Alfred finds it and hides it. The rule being if anyone left clothes out, Alfred would find a new spot for it until the item was found. They may have all been skilled detectives, but none of them were a match for Alfred.
“Did the Titan’s have a mission after I left?” Dick asks, eyebrows furrowed. Damian huffs as he drops onto the couch, “No. Why do you ask?” Dick gestures to the side of Damian’s shirt, “You’ve got bruises lining your torso.” Damian feels his heart race for a second, if only they knew what the actual bruises were from, his brother’s would be on his case for the rest of the weekend.
“Sparring.” Damian mutters, “I’ve seen you spar with all of your brothers at once, Damian. You’ve never had bruises like those.” Bruce says, leaning forward. “It may have been a fight. I don’t see how this is important.” He was getting more and more nervous. Who wouldn’t be with the Bat-family all interviewing him.
Cassandra, who happened to be on the couch next to Damian looks up from her book, “Did you hear about the fight in Gotham University? I think it was your old professor.” She tells Dick. Dick quickly gets distracted and nods, “Fuck, it was. He was always an asshole, guess he finally lost it and punched the mascot at one of the school events.”
Damian let out a subtle sigh of relief as the topic changed, and his sister leaned over with a whisper, "Perhaps you hide your sex bruises better next time.” Damian’s eyes widen and she stifles a laugh, “I’m happy you’ve found someone.” She says finally and he smiles with a red face. “T-thank you.”
Even though he was mortified that his sister knew what the marks running over his body were from, he was glad knowing she was in his corner. Now he just had to survive the rest of the weekend, which in his experience, would be hard as fuck.
More Than Friends? - "Boyfriend Problems."
Damian and Jon are just friends, right? They've been friends forever, best friends. But what happens when their families start to catch on to some new feelings or things?
Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
Abigay73829: Make DICK FIND OUT PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN CHILD .... This made me laugh so hard, I hope this chapter will do you justice!
“You have to tell him.”
Damian rolls his eyes for what feels like the 50th time that night at dinner. The whole family was there, well, not including Dick who was on his way from Blüdhaven. “I know, alright.” Damian huffs out. Everybody has been telling him this week, the last week, hell the week before that he needed to tell Dick about him and Jon dating.
Even Jon at this point was frustrated that he had to pretend that he wasn’t in love with his boyfriend anytime Dick was around. Which, being in the tower, was often. There had been many times where Jon and Damian were on the couch cuddling and watching a movie, only for them to split to opposite ends of the couch as soon as they heard the elevator.
Now they were at dinner, and Damian had just finished a call with Jon, “You’re going to tell him, right? You said you’d do it tonight.” His boyfriend reminded him, “Yes, Habibti, I’m going to tell Dick about us.” Maybe tonight, Damian thought to himself. So that’s where they were now, Damian’s brothers and father urging him to tell Dick who had just walked through the door.
“Sorry I’m late, traffic was crazy.” Dick tells them, falling into his seat. All eyes went to Damian who was staring at his cup, eyes wide in avoidance. “Well damn,” Jason starts, “this seems like the perfect time to have a deep conversation. Or perhaps a short conversation. Any conversation would do really.” Damian sends a glare across the table and Bruce covers up a smile.
Tim nods, “I agree, Jason. Damian, how was your day? Anything interesting happen? See any Kryp-ow!” Tim rubs his shin which had suffered a kick from across the table. Damian lets out a deep breath and turns to Dick who is next to Jason, “Dick,” he shifts in his seat, Duke beside him silently cheering him on, “I-I have something to say.”
Dick leans forward, sensing the seriousness in Damian’s voice, “What’s up, Little D?” Damian clears his throat and everyone leans forward, “I am seeing–a movie tomorrow and was wondering if you’d like to come!” He says, the words leaving quicker than his brain is coming up with them. Everybody groans and falls back into their seats.
Dick not noticing the energy in the room, smiles and nods, “Sure! Which one?” Duke turns to Damian with an urging look, “Isn’t there one about the couple? Ya know the romcom, about the couple. You should tell him about the couple.” Damian runs a hand through his hair, frustratedly.
“Y-yes, there is a couple in one of the movies, and one of the characters ends up breaking a bone from each of his family members for being pushy assholes.” He grits out. Dick raises an eyebrow, “Sounds like a weird genre. How about the new action one instead?” Damian nods, and lets out a sigh of relief as Alfred brings out food, stopping to hit Damian’s head on the way out.
….
Okay, now. Now he was going to do it. Dick was happy and energetic, as always, but more so since he just saw a movie with his youngest brother, his brother who he loved spending time with when Damian was a willing participant.
“The movie was cool. Fight scenes were a little inaccurate–” Dick is cut off by Damian turning towards him, “I need to tell you something.” Dick smiles and nods, “Okay.” As Damian prepares himself to say the words I’m dating Jon, he looks up and all he can see is his big brother who he never wants to let down. Who he never wants to look at him differently, to never change the way that he’s always been on Damian’s side.
Of course he knew that Dick would support him, and that he would be okay with everything, but he still knew that Dick would have a protective response to him dating anybody, let alone his team mate and best friend. Hell, Jason broke out in sobs, Kon freaked out–for a valid reason considering how he found out–Damian couldn’t handle Dick’s reaction if it wasn’t a smile and request to get food after.
“I–” The words caught in his throat and he forces a smile, “I had fun today. We should get back to the tower.” They’d packed their bags before leaving the Manor so they could head back to Titan’s Tower as soon as the movie was over. Dick raised an eyebrow, “You sure that’s what you wanted to tell me?” Damian simply nods and gets into the passenger's seat.
Throughout the drive, Damian tried several times to get the words out, to just get it over with and tell Dick the news, but always cut himself off and said a random fact or piece of information. Dick halfway through giving up on trying to figure out what was going on with his brother’s change in behavior.
Once in the tower Damian walked into Jon’s room and collapsed onto the bed, where his boyfriend was on his phone, and cuddled into Jon’s arms. “What’s wrong?” Jon wraps his arms around Damian, who simply shakes his head, “Nothing. Just missed you.” Jon smiles and kisses his forehead, “Well, now that Dick knows about us, we don’t have to hide outside of the tower rooms.”
Damian winces but says nothing, “Mhm.” He clears his throat and melts into Jon’s hold. As long as he told Dick before Jon finds out, it would be alright. Right?
….
Kitty. Dick’s not so ex-ex girlfriend. “For the last time, we never dated!” He yells at the blonde who is currently being put into handcuffs. Her boyfriend fang had been sent away by the Titan’s to a meta-facility and she was still pouting. “There may be a new boy wonder, but you’ll always be my Robbie-pooh!” She says.
Kori sends a bolt of energy past her head, missing her by inches and Kitty jumps, “Oops.” The Tameranian mumbles sarcastically. “You did that on purpose!” Kitty screeches and Kori nods, “Yes.”
Dick runs a hand over his face, relieved when Kitty’s finally in the back seat of the police car, even if she were still calling after him. Jon laughs as he walks over, “Dude your ex is crazy.” Dick throws his hands up, “She’s not my ex!” He huffs, “She’s just a crazy girl who had a crush–a very valid one–but she’s psycho. Now I gotta go make sure Starfire doesn’t burn a hole in the ground.
Jon laughs, “Girl problems sound rough. Good thing I don’t have to deal with them.” He smiles. Dick laughs, “Yeah? Why’s that?” Jon raises an eyebrow confused, “Cause Damian doesn’t have that kind of drama. Sure he’s had his dramatic moments, but since we’ve started dating I think those have fizzled out. Good old boyfriend problems.”
Dick’s face runs white and he feels as if he could pass out. His little brother, had a boyfriend. His little brother was dating somebody. Damian, hearing the conversation pauses his talk with Raven and tries to walk back to his Robin-cycle before Dick points a hand at him, “Freeze!” Jon, having caught on, turns to his boyfriend and crosses his arms.
“You didn’t tell him!”
“You didn’t tell me!”
Damian groans at his brother’s and boyfriend’s responses. He walks over and holds his hands out, “Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” He mumbles and the other two have to admit that they agree. The center of the street in Jump City after a fight wasn’t the best place to ask Damian if he’d lost his mind.
….
“You didn’t tell me? Me! For who knows how long, you’ve had a boyfriend and you didn’t tell me.” Dick paces the floor of the tower’s living room, him and Damian the only two there. Jon decided that he’d give them space, and pout at Damian after. The teenager who’d been on the couch, leg bouncing anxiously finally stands up. It’d been 15 minutes of Dick’s rambling, and now Damian had to put a stop to it. To, try, and ease his mind.
“Dick,” He sighs, hands fidgeting, “I-I have no excuse for not telling you. I’ve had a million opportunities, but–” He closes his eyes and looks away, “You’re my big brother. I-I couldn’t handle it if you looked at me any different because of this. Because I’m in a relationship now.”
Dick’s eyes soften and he puts his hands on Damian’s arms, hoping to ease the younger one’s nerves. “Damian,” he sighs, “yes, I’m going to have to get over the fact that the little asshole who tried to kill me when we first met is now dating his best friend. But I could never, ever look at you different little brother. I’ll always be here, and you’ll never have to worry about me not being on your side.”
Dick pulls Damian into a hug, and Damian wraps his arms around his big brother tight, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. That you found out this way.” Dick laughs, “I understand. There aren’t exactly greeting cards for this sort of thing.”
Damian steps back, “So you’re alright with this? You’re not upset?” Dick smiles, “Nah. I could never be upset that you’re happy. It is going to take some getting used to though, I saw how you looked at Jon earlier. I’m going to have to get used to the fact that my little brother’s in love.” Damian’s face flushes and he huffs, “I should go check on Jon. He’s upset about me not saying anything sooner.” Dick nods, “Better do it soon. Sparring later.” He tells Damian and heads to his room.
Walking into Jon’s room, Damian looks at his pouty boyfriend, just like he’d imagine Jon would be. Sitting on his bed in Damian’s favorite hoodie, sweatpants, and crossing his arms. “You said you told him.” He huffs out. Damian smiles, unable to hold it back after seeing his grumpy boyfriend. “I never said I told him. I said I would try to. I am sorry that I let you think I did. That wasn’t right.”
Damian slides onto the bed next to Jon. “It wasn’t. I should revoke all kisses and hugs.” He says and Damian laughs, “Sounds more like a punishment for you and me, instead of just me.” Realizing he’s right, Jon sighs and pulls Damian into a cuddle, “Fine. No more half truths.” He says and Damian nods, kissing Jon’s head. “No more half truths, Habibti.”
“And we can get pancakes?” Jon asks, “Yes, Habibti, we can get pancakes. With strawberries.” He adds on, knowing that would be Jon’s next question. Jon smiles and nods, previous upset nature forgotten. “Okay. I love you, Dames.” Damian’s heart races and Jon listens to the sped up beats, “I love you too.”
….
“Yes, Dick. I know. Yep.” Bruce says, patting his eldest son on the back. Dick had come back to the Manor after sparring with Damian and was now surrounded by his father and brothers, crying. Jason held a box of tissues while Tim passed him a beer, “H-he was just a little squishmallow, and now he’s dating.” Dick huffs out.
Jason, who’d had the same reaction nods, “Shits scary.” Tim nods, “Even scarier that he’s a bottom.” Everyone’s heads fly over and he holds his hands up, “Forget I said anything. But seriously Bruce, you should have his office sound proofed.”
Bruce made a mental note to have that done, and possibly bleach and or burn the room beforehand. Dick was not on the floor holding a plate of Alfred’s cookies and scrolling through pictures of when Damian was younger, most of them showing him with an upset look or in the middle of him about to hit the camera out of Dick’s hand.
But he noticed at some point around Damian’s 14th birthday when the pictures started coming out with smiles, or Damian in a relaxed place. “He’s in love huh?” He asks Bruce. Bruce nods and smiles, “Afraid so. He chose a good one though, indestructible seems like a good fit for Damian.” Dick laughs and nods, “He’s growing up.” He tosses his phone down, “I’m so fucking scared.” He mutters then leans back against the couch, Jason and Tim finally settled on a movie as the group starts to watch. Bruce raises an eyebrow, “Good scared.”
Dick smiles and nods, “Good scared.”
Hi, I hope you liked this. Dick’s finding out about them was one that I wanted to be great. His relationship with Damian is such a big part of their story and I wanted to do it justice. Thanks for reading!
Batman Has Kids? - "Chaos Angels."
Batman's call with the Justice League goes longer than planned.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
“Uh, h-hey, B.” Flash says, the League scrambling back to their seats, hoping that they weren’t too obvious, “New cape? That looks like a new–” Bruce stands up, hands on the table, “What the hell were you doing?”
Diana holds her hands up, “You forgot to hang up.” Bruce looks at his keyboard and types a few things then turns to the staircase, “Richard, Jason, Timothy, Damian! Now!” The League watches as the previous superheroes who were downstairs now reapproach and move quickly to put their masks on, but Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose, pulling his cowl off.
The boys' jaws drop and they huff, pulling their masks off, “So what, the whole secret identity thing has gone to hell?” Jason asks, dropping onto the couch. Bruce glares at them, “Apparently yes. Which of you messed with my controls?”
All four of their eyes widened as they pointed at each other. “Fuck off Drake, it was not me!” The youngest tells the other, who rolls his eyes. “Dick, you were the last one on it.” Jason says, holding his hands up. The eldest brother scoffs, “You think I know how to reset the controls?” The others all give him a look and say “Yes.”
Dick holds a hand over his heart, “Aw, I’m flattered.” Bruce groans and turns back to the League. “These are my sons–”
“Sons!?” Everyone on the screen screams, jumping up again. “Yes. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.” The youngest one opens his mouth and takes a pillow to the head from Dick who was already geared up to hear that he was the only blood son. “Grayson!” Damian groans, launching the pillow back.
“I assume you’ve been on the call since I thought I hung up?” Bruce asks, and the League now in their seats, again, nod. “Well, then you saw everyone. Including my daughter Cassandra.”
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“What about her, Bruce?” Clark asks, trying to push aside the urge to pout at the new secret identity information. Bruce raises an eyebrow and points to Cassandra who he knew was sitting on the back of the couch behind Jason, though the boys didn't know and all jumped, “Cassandra, I just said that.”
Diana shakes her head and points to the corner of the screen, “Her.” They all turn and see the little girl with pig-tails again in the cave bouncing around and looking at things, “Alessia!” The boys, and Cassandra, all call, catching her attention, “Yeah?” Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose and holds his hands out, the girl running over.
“Daddy, can I climb the dinosaur?” She points to the T-Rex. Bruce shakes his head, “No, you could get hurt. I just put you to bed, again. What are you doing awake?” She shrugs and plays with his cowl, “I wanted Lucky Charms. Dickie said we were gonna eat some for breakfast.” Dick smiles, “Breakfast is in the morning, Lessi. You need to sleep through the night so that we can eat them sooner.”
Damian walks over and the girl leans into his arms, “Come, Habibti. We’ll climb the dinosaur another time.” He carries her upstairs and the League feel their hearts melt. “That’s my youngest, Alessia.”
Story continued.
“Why didn’t you tell us you had children, Bruce?” Diana asks. “Yeah Bruce, we’re fucking agnels.” Dick mumbles, throwing his legs over Jason’s lap, only to get them pushed off. “That. That is why.” Bruce answers
“I didn’t need the endless questions. Why didn’t I mention I have kids? Why do my sons try to harm each other so often? Did I acquire them legally?” He rambles off and Hal turns towards the screen, “Do you get that last one often?” Bruce shrugs, “After the 4th, yes.”
Damian throws his hands up, “Is that what I am now? The fourth?” The other of his brothers look at each other and nod, “Yeah, I thought so.” “That’s your name in my phone.” “I stopped counting after Jason.” They agree, Dick’s answer earning a hit to the head from his youngest siblings.
Green Arrow clears his throat, “Are we going to acknowledge the Red Hooded elephant in the room?” Jason rolls his eyes, “Relax, I don’t kill on Tuesdays, Thursdays, or in the month of March.”
The League’s eyes widen and Bruce shakes his head making Jason laugh, “Just kidding. I don’t kill. When Bruce is looking.” The team doesn’t know whether or not to believe this, or what part of it they would believe, so they let it go and move on. “Besides, I don’t want to set that as an example for Lian.” He smirks.
Oliver jumps out of his seat and leans forward, “How do you know about her?!” He demands, and Jason laughs, “We were going to go over this Thursday, but I guess now will do.” Oliver’s eyes widened. Roy was going to bring his boyfriend by for dinner Thursday with Lian, the relationship having been serious for a while. “Yeah Olly, I’ve known him forever. Li loves him too.”
Olly started shaking his head and began walking out of the room, calling his protege, a celebration going off in Jason’s head. Superman chuckles, “Well, I can imagine that finding out your child is dating someone over a video call with the other person would be awkward.”
Bruce winces, “Clark…” He grabs Tim and gestures to him, then to the chain around his neck, Clark smiles, “Oh, that’s a great piece of gold–Tim, right? My son Kon has the same–I need to make a call.” He mutters, walking out of the room.
Diana sighs and shakes her head, “Batman, I think you should bring your sons to the watch tower tomorrow, introduce the properly. We’ll have 10 minutes and you won’t have to bring it up again.”
Bruce groans but knows that it’s a good option. Perhaps the best one for the moment, “We’ll be there tomorrow.” He hangs up, really hangs up this time, pressing almost every button on his control panel, making a mental note to fix it the next morning.
“Alright, ground rules,” he turns to the group who were trying to sneak away, “No fanning out over the League.” He looks at Jason, who he knows has a collection of Wonder Woman hoodies, sweatpants, and even a pair of sneakers, “I just want one picture.” He says with a huff. “No trying to recode the Watch Tower’s systems.” Tim rolls his eyes, “I’ve been able to hack in several times, trust me they need it.” Bruce ignores the part about Tim entering a highly secured facility mainframe.
“No weapons.” He points at Damian. “My hands are weapons.” He says with a raised eyebrow, Bruce gives him a look and crosses his arms, “I’m not afraid to take you up there in a straight-jacket.” He then finally turns to Dick and Cassandra, “You—you’ll be fine.”
After everyone showers and changes, Bruce sits at the kitchen counter talking to Alfred, “Do you think this is a good idea?” Alfred raises an eyebrow, “Bringing the chaos you call children to meet an incredibly powerful group of individuals? Yes, I do.” He ends with a smile, “They may be energetic and unpredictable, but they’ve never let you down where it matters.” Bruce nods, and stands up to head out, “Goodnight, Alfred.” “Goodnight Master. Bruce.”
OC character insert.
Bruce steps out of the kitchen door and walks into the library scooping up Alessia who’s looking through her princess bed time stories and sighs, “Guess I’m staying with you tonight.”
And that’s where he finds himself asleep, holding an exhausted 4 year old, glad he bought her a large bed that could fit him, and even another of her brothers for when she would manage to sneak out, princess theme having no effect on him anymore.
Story continue.
As Bruce falls asleep, he thinks about what Alfred said. It was true, and he knew it, his children were a beautiful group of chaos angels.
More Than Friends? - "How Long?"
Damian and Jon are just friends, right? They've been friends forever, best friends. But what happens when their families start to catch on to some new feelings or things?
Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Requested by Sisfah1410: Next brother up: Duke.
One afternoon when Wayne Manor happened to be empty, the family on missions, or at their day-jobs, or just spread out all over, Damian and Jon decided to use the pool, and after a few hours noticed the side gate to the garden opening. Jon lifted his head off his arms, from where they were resting on Damian’s floatie, his boyfriend’s fingers running through his wet curls and looks up seeing Duke Thomas.
He puts some distance between himself and the floatie, Damian’s head turning and he raises his sunglasses, “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, and Jon tilts his head to Duke. Damian turns and raises a hand, “Hey.” Duke smiles and waves back, “What’s up, guys?”
Damian shrugs, “Having a date.” Jon’s eyes widen and he looks at Damian, “Dames! What the hell?” Duke laughs and walks inside giving them one last wave, and Jon pushes himself up on the floating getting into Damian’s face, “He knows?!”
Damian nods, sliding his sunglasses back down, “Yes. He has for a while.” Jon’s jaw drops and his head swivels to his boyfriend, “How long?” Damian tilts his head back and for thinking.
….
4 months ago.
Duke walked out of his room to the top of the steps and looked across to see Jason and Damian standing close next to each other, and paused, worried he might have to break up–or walk away from a fight. He quickly reared back confused when he saw Jason pull Damian into a hug whispering something.
Duke’s eyes widened and jaw dropped when he saw Jason break down in sobs, “When did you start dating? You’re too young, you’re not ready to leave the nest, little bird. M-my, b-baby’s all grown! When did this happen?” He said. Duke leaned against the wall, and let out a ‘huh’. When did Damian start dating? Who was–He turned back, stopping his own thought seeing Roy take a sobbing Jason to the side while Damian and Jon walked back into the lounge room. “Ooohkayyyy. I’m just gonna–” Duke mumbles to himself, walking back to his room.
….
Stepping off the elevator to Wayne Industries, Duke heads straight for Bruce’s office, files and blueprints in hand. Once he steps inside Bruce smiles and stands up, “Duke! Thanks so much for bringing these. Tim has a few of these documents already and he needs the others.” Duke smiles and sets the papers on Bruce’s desk with a nod, “No worries. I’m grabbing lunch with Tim after so it was an easy drop off.”
Duke picks up one of the files, marked with Tim’s signature and looks up at Bruce, “I can drop this off with him if you want?” Bruce smiles and nods. Duke heads out of the office with a final wave and texts Tim that he’s heading his way.
As Duke passes Damian’s office he pauses thinking he heard a thud or maybe something falling. Worried that Damian might have gotten injured–or, let’s be real, injured someone else, Duke stepped closer. He quickly jumped away from the door, continuing towards Tim’s office, hearing something brother wants to hear, “Nope! Yikes, yikes, yikes.” Duke mutters to himself as he speed walks down the hallway.
He bursts into Tim’s office and tosses the files on the table, “Fuck.” He says with a shudder. Tim turns around and takes the files, “Heard Damian and Jon?” He asks flipping through the papers, “How’d you–” Tim shrugs, “Just came from there 10 minutes ago. Thanks for these.” Duke drops into one of the chairs across from the desk, “Do they know you can hear them if you get too close?”
Tim shrugs, “Nobody tends to get close to Damian’s office if they can help it.” Duke shakes his head and shudders again. Dinner was going to be awkward tonight.
….
As Signal flew over the buildings of Gotham, he kept an eye out for anyone that would need help, including the other of the city’s heroes. Spotting Robin he decided to fly down and check in on how he was after the Jump City incident.
He quickly stopped in his place seeing Robin tackle someone, and as he was about to step in saw Robin kiss said individual. Nearly losing his focus and dropping out of the sky, he lets out a sigh seeing Superboy then winces seeing Batman approaching the two. “I’m…not gonna get involved in that.”
….
Damian tilts his head back and forth thinking, “I’d say he’s known for a while.”
this is soooo short I'm sorry for the length. hopefully it was good though! and if you'd like to request a different storyline for Duke or perhaps another chapter I'd love the suggestions:)
finally got my ao3 invite and immediately went to find your account :3
- 🍄 anon
oh my gosh thank youuuuuu!!! there are some stories on there not yet published to tumblr.
