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[reignofthemuses]

[ for jon! ] "you following your parents rules all the time limits you." damian scowls, acting all high and mighty because he frequently disobeyed bruce's teachings. "set yourself free from such trivial barriers and you'd be a far better hero."

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"Hmmmm...."

Jonathan pressed his lips as he heard Damian's apparently encouraging words. He certainly finds the thought very tempting indeed. But of course, there was the prospect of being on the receiving end of constant punishment from both of his parents, to which he simply asked, as a way to mask his insecurity:

"Did that worked out well for you Damian?"

[clawsextended]

((Pretend it’s in Arabic bc my phone isn’t letting me paste the Arabic letters and then write left to right English script LMAO )) “[Miss Kitty!]” Damian says softly in Arabic, running as fast as his little feet could carry him so he could wrap his arms and legs around Selina’s lower half, bright green eyes and à uncharacteristic smile are seen on the child as he looks up at her. “Baba says you can’t bring any more cats here or well end up a zoo but I think hes wrong.”

her face flushes with delight, joy, the immediate radiance of glee. every minute he’s in her life is another minute selina feels immeasurably and infinitely blessed — what did she do right to be given the opportunity to bask in the glow of this love? a laugh leaves her lips the likes of which soars immediately without fail, aloft on the wings of that affection. this is her best self.

her own arabic is well accented when she greets him, calls him gorgeous as is her true custom. her arms wrap around him in kind when her knees immediately hit the floor.

“your baba is wrong. he’s the one who pays to make sure all those kitties are healthy and happy. we call him a hypocrite,” honest truth, unabashed, she does not flinch, “how much fun are we going to have today?”

[jp-todd-rp]

❛ i won't ask you to love me. ❜ ((hi!))

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 | accepting (@notbatboy)

Jason's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly at the words, but otherwise he didn't move. I won't ask you to love me. They settled somewhere beneath his ribs, quieter than a gunshot and somehow twice as painful. Damian said things like that with the same blunt certainty he used when naming weaknesses in a fight—as if he'd already accepted the answer before asking the question. Jason hated that. Hated that the kid could sound so resigned, like disappointment had become routine. His hands stayed shoved into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders stiff, gaze fixed anywhere but Damian. It was easier to stare at cracked pavement than at the expression those words had carved across the younger boy's face.

For a long moment, the silence stretched between them, heavy with everything Jason never knew how to say. Love had always been a weapon in the Wayne family- given unevenly, withheld accidentally, misunderstood constantly. Jason had spent too many years convincing himself he didn't need it to know exactly what it felt like to go without. He let out a slow, humorless breath, finally dragging his eyes toward Damian, his expression caught somewhere between irritation and regret. "Yeah," Jason muttered, voice rough around the edges. "Good. 'Cause I'm the last person who'd know what to do if you did."

[wanted-to-do-more]

[[ dames for dick! ]] "this reminded me of you." damian shoves a small tricket the acrobat's way. it was a bluejay figurine. damian stood there, peering at the ground with a scowl. as if he was allergic to showing affection.

Dick tried to keep his face as neutral as possible. Damian was showing affection. He didn't want to scare him away... But this was the cutest little blue jay he had ever seen and he wanted so badly to just pick up his baby brother and squeeze the life out of him. He settled for just a hug. "Awe! Dames! Thank youuuu!" he cried.

[reignofthemuses]

[ baby boy for talia!! <3 ] "mother?" damian appears from sudden darkness, something he most likely inherited from his father, only to gingerly place a small hand against her hip, green eyes innocently peeking up. talia was one of the only people he felt he could be gentle with.

Talia was in her office room filing the latest update her scouting students in the League had briefed to her. As she saved the reports, she noticed her son's presence. Her flesh and blood, the product of her relationship with The Man behind the Bat. She could see his green eyes, which he donned from her, looking up at her. The Al Ghul proceeded to ask him in a quiet but kind voice:

"Did you had a bad dream son?"

As she picked him up and held him in her arms, while going to say:

"Whatever it is, please tell me so I can help you."

It was not often for her to show some form of vulnerability towards someone else. Being around him was always a hard task, given the place she was in, as well as the fight his beloved was carrying on in Gotham.

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[fromxbeginningxtoxend]

@notbatboy sent:

[ come back ] - hi! hope this is okay! for bruce?

PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES

      🦇—-;;   It should not have surprised him as much as it did when Damian's hand came out and grabbed his own after he'd lifted his hand from his shoulder to walk away. Bruce stopped, processing that the boy had in fact reached out to him and was not letting go of his hand. He feels his shoulders soften after a brief moment and he turns his head to look at his son then.

He turns properly again, shifting so that he was level with Damian again. "Is everything okay?" He does let his hand curl around the one holding his own, making it clear he wasn't moving away again. He brings his other hand up and gently ruffles the boy's hair. "I'm not going anywhere, Damian."A pause. "Well, not anywhere far, at least."

[painofhumanity]

🎀 - from dami to veronica1

THE ONE SENDING IN THE PROMPT IS THE ONE COMITTING THE ACTION . [ ADD * FOR ROLE REVERSAL ! ]

🎀 - to braid / brush your muse’s hair .

Veronica still wasn't even sure why Damian had asked if he could, but he'd looked so serious with the brush in his hand, and it felt like it was important to him for some reason, so she hadn't asked. She was as surprised by him asking as she was by how gentle his fingers were as they ran through her hair. Veronica sighed happily, enjoying the feeling of having someone play with her hair. "You know, you're really good at this, D," she praised. "And it's been a long time since I had someone do this. It's nice."

[mariiposas]

@notbatboy asked: just from observing the little boy's behaviors, damian had a well-thought suspicion that Antonio was a good kid. sure, in the grand scheme of things, damian was only 9 or so years older than this child but the way he interacted with his animals was something damian could admire.

"i'm sure if your companions could speak, they would only have good things to say about you." damian lingered near the boy, leaving ample space just in case the child was not looking for company. he knew what it was like to not want human presence around. animals were far easier to deal with. still, just in case...

Antonio looked curious at the boy, having been surrounded by some birds and squirrels. There were several animals here that he hadn't really seen before, but were nonetheless friendly once they realized he could chat with them. He had even talked with a few rats! Although they were mostly loyal to some guy he hadn't met yet, maybe he was like Tío Bruno!

He tensed slightly when the animals told him that someone was approaching, he wasn't really good with strangers. Animals were better, they were less scary than people. He wished he had Parce with him. The jaguar was sweet as dulce de leche and always knew how to make him feel better.

Although, he did relax some when some of the birds filled him in on who was approaching and observing him. Damian, was apparently his name. He had a good reputation among the animals, and they liked him. So Antonio found himself already warming up to him before he even laid eyes on him.

When Damian approached him and began to speak, Antonio looked curiously at him. A smile began to blossom over his features when he received the compliments, and Antonio decided to return them.

"Thanks!" Antonio said, remembering what Mirabel said about being polite. "They already said that they liked me, but you can never tell." He scratched a pigeon under the beak, the pigeon letting out a quiet coo of approval.

Right! He wanted to return the compliemnts.

"I think that Maggie wanted to say thank you for helping her earlier. When you returned her to the nest she was able to stop her babies from fighting over the best spot. She tried looking for you, but she couldn't find you. I'm happy to pass on the message though! A lot of animals like you Damain." He said brightly, although not as bubbly as he would be around someone he was more familiar with. Being surrounded by animals did help his nerves, somewhat. If he was alone, he knew that he would clam up.

He completely forgot the lesson that Abuela and his older sister had told him, that when it came to his gift, he should not divulge all he knew. Despite being told things, he should keep it to himself.