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I know I should have posted this sooner, but life got a little busy! 😅

For those who recently finished Mundane Life, you may not have realized that the sequel is already out. I spent almost two weeks quietly preparing everything before launching the second book, so it's finally time for an official announcement!

✨ Mundane Life II is the direct sequel to Mundane Life, picking up exactly where the first book left off.

Join Damian, Raven, and their ever-growing circle of friends as they navigate new chapters of their "normal" lives. Expect new adventures, new friendships, and plenty of familiar faces you'll continue to laugh, cry, and cheer for. And, of course, get ready to spend even more time with everyone's adorable but undeniably mysterious little brother, Zackary Zatara. Trust me... he has a few surprises of his own. 👀

⚠️ A little warning for my fellow Damirae fans... 👀

If you thought Damian was protective in the first book... you haven't seen anything yet.

Let's just say our favorite assassin is becoming a little more possessive, a little more territorial, and a lot more obvious about the fact that Raven is his person. Expect more jealous Damian, more *ehem ehem* touches, more lingering stares, and enough delicious romantic tension to keep you smiling. Don't worry, it's still the same relationship you know and love, just with Damian embracing that dangerously devoted side of himself. ❤️🖤

If you've been wondering what happens after Mundane Life, this is your sign to continue the journey! There are plenty of heartwarming moments, family chaos, romance, mysteries, and emotional scenes waiting for you.

Thank you all so much for the incredible love and support you've shown this series. Every read, vote, and comment means the world to me. ❤️

Bruce Wayne: We are.

Tim Drake: For who exactly?

Dick Grayson whispering to Jason: People who desperately need therapy.

Red Hood: How do you forget your keys?

Red Robin: I had sixteen other thoughts going on. Grab my house keys wasn’t one of them. It can happen to any of you guys.

Red Hood: Random thoughts? Like kissing your boyfriend good night?

Red Robin: Hey, he needs my love. He worked a twenty-hour shift. You wouldn't understand.

Red Hood: My girlfriend works!

Damian finds Raven's smile adorable whenever he sees it, a smile she only shows to the Teen Titans.

Dick: Alright, father's day. What do we got?

Tim: Oh! We could maybe-

Jason: Did that hated it. We need someone extravagant! Flashy! Expensive!

Damian: I believe father has no interest in those.

Tim: Damian's right, he gave away a diamond for God's sake!

Cass: So simple?

Damian: I suppose.

Tim: Hm...How about a photo collage with baby pictures of us.

Jason: Sure, with what photos?

Cass: I don't have one

Dick: ...

Dick: You both don't have any?

Jason: I dont think my parents took any.

Cass: I don't even have a birth certificate.

Dick: That's a problem...

(Lightbulb above Tim's head)

Tim: Unless...

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All: Happy father's day Bruce!!!

Dick: We got you something.

Bruce: Thank you but you guys shouldn't have-

Dick: Just unwrap it.

Bruce: alright, alright.

Bruce: Is this

Dick: Yup, we thought you might want this since you haven't been with us when we were younger.

Tim: And since both Cass and Jason don't have any...

Cass: Tim thought it was a good idea so we gave it a shot.

Jason: I was forced into it.

Bruce. It's perfect, thank you.

What the collage looks like:

Imagine the three brothers, Dick, Tim, and Damian's baby photos surrounding a bigger photo where Cass is dressed up as a ballerina and Jason as a Pirate.

Damian: Happy baba day! Happy baba day!

Damian gives Bruce flowers, a card he made himself cut into the form a bat and a coupon for one free hug. His brothers are shocked he was able to beat them to it.

Bruce: This is nice... Flowers are more of a mother's day thing, but I do like roses.

Damian: Yes and I got you a gift card. Buy whatever you want on Amazon. It's owned by a douchey man, but you deserve to splurge.

Bruce: Aww, thank you Damian.

Dick: Hey, the gift card was my idea!

Jason: I was going to give him flowers!

Tim: I can't even hate the trickery. Good job gremlin.

Damian: Thank you. You fools can't top my gifts.

Cass then enters and hands Bruce a card and a photo of herself at her last ballet recital.

Bruce: You got the third item on my gift list. Thank you Cass.

Cass: I also got you and Selina plane tickets to Disney Park. Hotel included.

Damian: Hm, impressive.

Bruce: Selina will love this. Okay, Damian and Cass you can avoid being pushed for a month.

Damian: Yes! Up top Cass!

Jason, on a medical table for the twelfth experiment that day: how do we even know it was me, though?

Ra's: what do you mean?

Jason, shrugging: like- maybe i was just in a magic coffin. maybe it had nothing to do with me, maybe it was my environment. have you ever read the book 'pet cemetery'?

Ra's:

Ra's: *squints deeply*

Ra's: no. if it was the graveyard then you wouldn't be the only person that came back to life. you're being ridiculous.

Jason: i dunno. maybe it was just that one specific patch of grass.

Ra's:

Ra's: hm.

Bruce finds out Jason came back to life way earlier than planned because halfway through patrol he gets an alert of a disturbance at Gotham Cemetery and when he and Tim get there it's to see Jason and Ra's in the dark with headlamps on next to Jason's now dug-up grave, dirt everywhere as Jason holds a shovel and Ra's holds the corpse of a dead chicken over the hole, ready to lower it, surrounded by league assassins either standing guard or holding notebooks and pens for if something actually happens and Ra's wants to take notes.

*gunshot*

Jason: yeeeeee~ boi! dude, these guys suck.

Bruce: Hood, *grunt, harsh impact* just focus, please.

Jason: wa-wah wah, you’re always so against mid-fight chatter. we’re winning, aren’t we? anyway, what were we talking about?

Tim: *yelp* sHIT- man i hate when the bad guys get creative with weapons. fuck you for bringing hairspray and a lighter, you asshole.

Damian: i believe we were talking about whether Robin was ‘worth it’.

Jason: oh yeah. what’s your verdict?

Damian: well for me? yes. if i wasn’t Robin, then i wouldn’t have been present and capable of supplying this man with a lighter so he could throw fire at Red Robin.

Tim: ROBIN-

Bruce, sternly: Robin.

Jason, over more gunshots: *laughing* ok what about you, Replacement? was Robin what you wanted it to be?

*crashing, groans of pain*

Tim, panting: eh-? oh, no, not even close. i thought i’d get to rescue so many more bullies than i did.

Damian: …what?

Jason: yeah, elaborate.

Bruce: i need somebody on my six, Robin get over here. Hood, can you and Red Robin get to the hostages?

Jason: yeah yeah- sh, hold on. whaddaya mean save more bullies?

Tim: well… *gunshot* jesus- *punching sound* you know, it’s like that common trope in teen superhero movies? the bullied kid gets powers, becomes a hero, and then in-mask rescues their high school bully from a villain to show that they are stronger both physically and morally. i wanted that moment, but i never fucking got it, and it really pissed me off.

Damian, slightly strained: you are a very strange boy, you know that?

Tim: shut up, you literally grew up in a cult.

Jason, amused: *snickering* are you- so are you saying you got bullied in high school?

Tim, bland: yeah. lotta people thought i was a peeping tom because of the camera hyperfixation, so ‘peeping Tim’ was a common nickname back then.

Jason: *cackle*

Damian, absently: ‘thought you were a peeping tom?

Jason: *cackling harder*

Tim: *outraged* NO?!?

Bruce, hissing: no names in the mask—we are in the middle of a mission!

Jason, still laughing: calm down, me and peeping Tim over here are alone, we haven’t made it to the hostages yet.

Tim: SHUT UP. I WAS NEVER A PEEPING TOM, OH MY GOD, I JUST LIKED TAKING PHOTOS OF VIGILANTES DOING COOL FLIPS IN THE AIR-!

Damian: i have seen photos of Hood shirtless during his Robin days.

Tim: *sputtering*

Jason: *laughing even harder*

Tim: how is it my fault that this idiot got his top splashed with acid mid-photo?!!?!

Jason: i take it- i take it back, i’m no longer surprised you got bullied, this is awesome.

Tim, whining: shut up!

Damian: honestly Red, a single nickname does not seem that bad. i have witnessed much worse. i have done much worse.

Tim: oh no, i got beaten up a bunch too.

Jason: tracks.

Bruce: Robin, what do you mean you’ve done much worse?

Damian, completely serious: it’s Gotham public school, Father. it’s kill or be killed.

*a beat*

Bruce: …you don’t go to public school.

Damian: …i don’t? it’s a school built in a public area, isn’t it?

*another beat*

Bruce: ok, you don’t know what a public school is.

Jason: Red i hope you know i’m literally never letting the peeping Tim thing go, like ever.

Tim: honestly? not the worst name i got called. i skipped a couple grades and made the mistake of carrying a briefcase once.

Jason: …so?

Tim: i got called Young Sheldon so much that the school counseller thought i’d transitioned and Tim was my deadname.

*another beat*

Jason: *abrupt breathless cackles* OH MY- OH MY GOD THAT’S SO GOOD- *choking wheeze*

Tim, dry: yeah thought you might like that.

Jason, still losing it: WHERE’S MY- FUCK I NEED TO TEXT DICK- *more wheezing*

Tim: i hate having older brothers.

Damian: you did literally give him this yourself,

Tim, whining: -i know! i forget how much of an asshole they both can be.

Damian: so you never got to save any bully from a rogue?

Tim, forlorn: no. one of my old bullies ended up working for Scarecrow, though?

Damian: *interested hum*

Tim: yeah, but apparently he got drunk and sucked on a pipe of fear gas thinkin’ it was helium. had a panic attack and broke his legs jumping into Gotham harbour.

Bruce: i would like to circle back to Robin claiming to be a bully.

Damian: i only beat up those who deserve it!

Bruce: son, you shouldn’t be beating up anybody. you don’t have the right to decide who deserves to be physically assaulted, you should know this.

*a long stretch of silence*

Damian, blandly: uh-huh. your knuckles are bruised. *pointedly* did i do a good job watching your six?

Jason: *quietly snickering again*

Bruce: …that’s… dif-

Damian: no you took too long. you lose.

Tim: he’s right, that is how that works.

Bruce: … *sigh*

Jason: yo, shelly, i found the hostages,

Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood,Red Robin and Robin (in unison): I am Batman!

Nightwing pulled out his phone and played the audio from CSI Miami. Robin slid on the ground, screaming along with the audio. Batman suffice it to say was mighty pissed at being upstaged and embarrassed.

Batman: Would you kids get out of here!

Just here to let everyone know I am indeed alive and working on something 😂 Next short is a fully animated frame-by-frame piece so it's gonna take a pound of flesh and a buttload of time bleh. Late July at best. Summer is a busy time 🔥

Superman: Yeah, so we're turning ourselves into the government. Do you want to meet us there, or should we meet with you?

Batman: …

Wonder Woman: Batman, we're on a time crunch. Just give us your answer.

Batman (while driving, hesitating): First, I'm fine, thank you. How are you? Second, my son, who is in the car with me, is also fine… thankfully. Third, are you on crack?

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With a muttered curse, he turned and moved toward the door. “I’m going to sleep in the stables with the rest of my men.”

As if on cue, the heavens suddenly opened up and a raging storm flew through the trees, rattling the branches against the windows. Through the trees, he could see the lanterns by the stables shake as his men made the race to get inside. The air in the room turned almost icy, and Raven seemed to unconsciously shiver. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the oil lamp on the side table. Apparently there wasn’t enough wood or peat to heat all the rooms tonight either, so they would have to share body heat.

Damian couldn’t even find the energy to pretend to be surprised. Even if he made it out to the stables, he bet something else would just guide him back here. The only choice was to just accept his fate. He sighed and started shucking off the ridiculous, overly flamboyant dress clothes, dropping them into a pile in the corner of the room.

“What are you doing?” Raven’s voice was an awkward breath, and he turned to see her staring at him, gasping softly.

so, I bought the new ipad to make my drawing life easier and I needed a practice run - plus a request asked me to do character profiles 🤔 so here’s that?

you’ll never make me lazy ass draw full body grrrrrr

couldn’t fit all my headcanons dangit 😂 see how disorganized this is? imagine my study notes smh