Welcome to the blog for my fanfics about the batfamly, justice league and arrowverse. I use a different mix of canons and headcanons for my fanfics. I get not everyone will like the changes, but just be nice and not a purist. I'm just writing these stories for fun. My posted ao3 fics and fave script fics are in the masterlist pinned on here. Constructive feedback is always welcome, but rude comments will lead to an automatic block. AO3: Rose_Twilight I post my script fics on here and the chapter styled ones on ao3. I post my mini script fics here and ao3 has my novel fics.
This is the masterlist of ongoing and one-shot batfamily flash fics and Epic the musical flash fics. Each character/fandom title link will go lead you to more stories.
I write batman and fam fanfiction on here and AO3, this is that masterlist of some of my fanfics. Updated regularly. You can find all my fics here and search for them, currently organizing the blog.
AO3 Pseud name: Rose_Twilight
AO3:
Ra's Al Ghul's Vengeance
Fractured Wings
Winx Club: Dragon Flame
Stories posted there about batfamily (so far)
I already tested that
Selina meeting the first Robin
StephCass Masterlist
Arrowverse, Titans, YJ, and JLA Masterlist
Jason's days in the League of Assassins and part time baby sitter
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Damian: I'm finally figuring out who I am. But I'm scared… it'll take me away from you.
Ra's (hesitating, holding his head down): …Me too. I see you, Damian. You try to accomplish your goals and protect those around you, but you're so hard on yourself. And if I taught you that, I'm sorry.
Damian smiled softly, hearing that from his grandfather—a subtle, sincere reaction that was good for Ra's… Everyone else who overheard wasn’t as quiet.
Bruce (raising his voice): He apologized?!
Talia (clasping her hands overjoyed): He finally said it! He said it in front of my ex-husband! Happy day!
Bruce: Has anyone recorded this? The league will never believe me without proof!
Maid: Oh my stars, I’m alive to see it.
A random associate could only faint in shock. Ra's ignored them, grunting in annoyance.
Damian (encouraging his grandfather): Pretend they’re not here. You’ve got this, grandfather.
Ra's: Thank you. Grandson... Damian, don’t… don’t hold back for anybody. The farther you go, the prouder I’ll be.
Damian: Grandfather? Grandfather… you mean that?
Ra's nodded, smiling.
A rare, genuine smile after saying those heartfelt words to Damian. Damian looked around, then down at his feet and at his grandfather. Sniffling softly, he hugged Ra's, surprising everyone in the room. Ra's glanced around and patted his grandson on the back.
Damian: Thank you, grandfather. I will not forget this. I also won’t tell others you were soft.
Ra's: I assumed what I said would be enough to avoid a hug, but… I’ll let this slide.
Damian: I'm going to stop you right there. Jason is clearly a rough thirty-eight.
Jason: I'm twenty-six!
Damian: You are?
Jon whistled shocked. Jason took offense to that.
Jason: Don’t do that! I do not—
Jon: Yeah, yeah, you do. I honestly thought you were almost thirty.
Lian: I guessed twenty-eight. I got your back, unc.
Jason: How does that make any sense?! Dick is in his thirties; he's the ancient fossil, the old man… the unc. You kids say that right?
Lian: Yes, but not like that.
Jon: Your inflection was way off.
Damian: Are you sure you aren’t in your late thirties? You look exactly like father… maybe a little older.
Tim's laugh could be heard slowly entering the conversation.
Jason: OLDER?! Hey, that’s a damn lie! And if one of you says anything, I will kick you in the teeth!
Jason glared at his brothers and Roy, who overheard the conversation while playing cards. Tim was unable to respond since he was doubled over in laughter. Dick smirked, holding back his chuckles, even Roy had to cover his mouth.
Roy: We're laughing at something else.
Tim (between laughs): He—He said… Not thirty-eight… A—A— A rough thirty-eight! HAHAHAHA! He said you’re extra old.
Jason: Yeah, well, I’d rather be called older than… look seventeen like you!
Damian: …Jason—
Lian: I got this one. Uncle Jason, Tim is a hottie for his age. Clearly... clearly... clearly.
Tim laughed harder at that response. Jason’s face turned red, and Damian nearly puked.
Tim: This is the best day!
Damian: I wasn’t going to word it like that! I was going to say that wasn’t an insult. Stop finding him hot!
Lian (squinting): Nah, I call them like I see them.
Jon: And your other brother is hot too. Don’t want you to feel left out, Dick!
Dick: Thank you, Jon.
Jon: Roy, you... look good too. Sorry Lian.
Lian: I'll let that slide.
Roy: Thanks, Jon.
Damian: As much as I despise complimenting my family members, I have to agree with the terrible two, you’re the oldest-looking one. Which is a shame since you’re the middle child. What are you doing wrong?
Jason: I’m not old, it’s called rugged! And my girlfriend says I look great, and—I don’t look thirty-eight!
Damian: Which unfunny host was banned from SNL, he looks like him?
Jason: Please don't.
Lian: Steven Seagal.
Damian: You’re him. Yes.
Jason: Steven Seagal? That was so mean! How do you even know about that?! That was in the—That’s an old reference that Dick and Roy told me about because they’re the old ones.
Jon: We watched a top ten list.
Lian: Eddie Murphy was on that show?
Jason: Yes, he was part of the main cast in the—Oh my God, I’m old.
Roy: It takes a minute to get used to. You and Steven Seagal do—
Jason: No, the fuck we don’t! I know how to fight! Dick, stop looking at my cards!
Jon: I told you guys watching that video would help us.
Damian: Well what else were we going to listen to while gaming? Long list videos are the best after we had to ban Lian's playlist.
Lian: It's not my fault you boys can't enjoy iceberg videos.
Damian carefully carried his deceased bunny over to Ra's. Ra's gasped, equally saddened by the loss. The white and grey spotted bunny, a wild one that Ra's had gifted Damian, had become his own pet when Damian wasn't at the castle. Her fur stained with blood as she laid dying in Damian's arms.
Slade's good eye widened in shock as he realized that was the target he had hit.
Damian (somber tone): Her name was Zoey, she just had babies... She was fluffy and loved stomping her feet and... And... And you murdered her!
Ra's (to Slade): You find new ways to make me hate you.
Slade: I- I thought it was a random bunny! I didn't know that was his pet!
Damian sobbed dramatically, saddened by his dead bunny friend, but also wanting Slade to be pummeled again by Ra's. Ra's clenched his fists, his glare turned to Slade.
Slade: Oh come on, he's crying over a stupid bunny! This isn't Doom! You can get another one. Fucking cry baby.
Damian (angry tears): Hey, I may be a ninja, but I have feelings! Zoey was just an innocent bunny and you killed her! You took her life! Shame! Shame on you!
Slade: Shut your mouth you, reta-
Ra's covered the man's mouth, silencing him and with a few deep breaths he kicked Slade in the crotch first then slammed the man's head on the ground.
Damian pulled out his phone to record the fight.
Damian (to the bunny): Don't worry Zoey, your death will not be in vain. Go for his eye grandfather, that's his weak spot.
Ra's (poking Slade in his good eye): Thank you Habibi!
Hours later Ra's and Damian stood at the Lazarus pit with the revived Zoey, the bunny hopped happily with renewed energy.
Ra's: With animals it's tricky reviving them, but seeing as she was shot I thought we could give it a try with her.
Damian: Mm-hm, thank you grandfather. You're a bad guy, but not Slade bad guy.
Duke continuing to rizz up Talia (at Ra's and Damian's expense)
Duke: How old is Ray Al Ghul?
Ra's: It's Ra's!
Duke (holding up spray bottle): Don't care. How old is he, Queen Talia?
Talia: He's- Queen? Why, thank you!
Duke: You’re welcome! I never hold back on complimenting gorgeous people.
Damian (threatening tone, squinting his eyes angrily): Sleep with one eye open.
Talia: Dami, relax. As for my father, he won’t tell me when he was born, but it would make him roughly five hundred years old.
Duke: Daaaaamn! I mean damn! Like damn! Five hundred? Ain't no way! He gotta be older. Damn! Damn! Damn! Da-
Ra's: Stop repeating the word! I look great!
Duke: Really? I mean at a family event you'd be the more approachable of the creepy old men sitting in a corner, passing around the cigarette to the point there's a smoke cloud above ya'll. I'd ask you for money first.
Damian: Hey! That may be true, but he is also tough as nails!
Ra's: Thank you Damian... I think.
Duke: I'm surprised not gonna lie. He uses the pit to look like... that? And I did mean that to insult him.
Talia: Yeah, I have no idea why he chose to look the way he does, but you're handsome, Father.
Ra's (raising a club above Duke's head): Thank you, sweetie.
Talia: As for me, I’m Bruce’s age. Ra's had me late in his life.
Duke: You... you're Bruce’s age? For real? I figured you used the pit to maintain this stunning appearance, but Bruce's age? Girl, you've always looked fabulous!
Talia giggled, covering her mouth flattered by the praise.
Talia: A woman has to maintain appearanc— Father, lower the club! And Damian, put your katana back in its sheath!
Duke glanced at the two men, both ready for a fight. Damian pouted but lowered his sword, and Ra's lowered his as well, giving Duke a light smack on the back of the head.
Damian kicked Ra's on his shin.
Ra's: Kids these days are getting more brazen.
Duke (rubbing his forehead): Rude. Talia, if you’re not okay with my compliments, I can—
Talia (hugging Duke): No, no, no, you're quite all right. You don’t have any nefarious reasons, you simply admire my beauty. You’re just a... good man. Keep it up.
Duke: I was raised well.
Damian: Sleep with one eye open, Thomas!
Duke rolled his eyes unbothered by his little brother's threats, he had dealt with worse in the Narrows.
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Superman (slowly getting angry): Oh I'm sorry, you never told me that you can fly. You can fly right? You- You fly up there and do your plan! You can fly up and stop the meteor. Please go on.
Wonder Woman whistled glancing at Batman. His cowl was covering his twitching eyebrow.
Batman: Superman, you know I can't fly.
Superman: Oh. An you not fly? OKAY SHUT THE HELL UP THEN! You keep yapping and I am already frazzled, so here's what we will do Mr. Warbucks, I fly and punch the meteor, you and Wonder Woman stay the hell here and we smile and wave at the damn crowd! Okay, stupid!
Batman and Wonder Woman both were shocked by Superman's brimming anger. Wonder Woman's eyes darted quickly, but she slid over to Superman's side.
Wonder Woman: Yeah, Batman. Stay in your lane.
Batman nodded then walked off.
Superman: Yeah quit telling me what to do all the time! You're not my dads! You're not God! So piss off!
Wonder Woman gave her friend a round of applause on his well done verbal smackdown especially since Batman hadn't responded yet nor was he giving off his usual intimidating glare.
Batman: A simple sit this one out, would've sufficed, but whatever I'll stay here. Rudeness like that wasn't warranted. And Collen Hoover books suck.
Superman (shouting): Don't you insult my books. I will knock your ass back to the manor!
Batman headed to the Batmobile and Superman took off into space to stop the oncoming meteor. Wonder Woman stayed in her spot.
Wonder Woman: That's what I call positive teamwork.
Superman and Batman (shouting): SHUT UP DIANA!
Wonder Woman: And they say women are the overly emotional ones.
Lian, Damian, and Jon were having lunch together at an arcade. Lian zipped open her backpack and pulled out a strange and kind of evil-looking plush doll. Jon and Damian tilted their heads with different reactions. Damian was intrigued, Jon was unnerved.
Lian: I got three of these from the scholastic book fair at school today. You want one?
Jon (leaning back, slightly scared): Why does it look like a toy Satan would make for his kids?
Lian: It's the design, quit it. I love it, it's a cute little monster. Oh and a keychain. At least that's the one I bought.
Jon (scratching his head): Why would they sell these at a book fair?
Lian (hugging the pink gremlin doll): Why not? They're super soft. Want one?
Jon: Nah, I'm good. I prefer the plushy bunny or teddy bear. Damian, you want one?
Damian: It's a keychain of a tiny furry monster... I'll take one, how much you want for it?
Lian: It's a gift, you don't have to pay. I got a black one for you, to match your dad's job.
Damian took hold of the Labubu doll, turned it to the side, and smiled softly. The evil toothy grin, bugged-out eyes, and fluffy fur on its body were appealing to him. It reminded him of some of the pets he had.
Damian: Yes, this is perfect for me. I'll name him Batman. Thank you Lian.
Lian (pulling out a book): No problem. Glad you like it. For you Jon, I expected this. I got you a Goosebumps book.
Damian: You read Goosebumps books?
Jon (taking the book): Yeah, it's good horror. Not a fat man wearing a bad Winnie the Pooh mask.
Lian: You forgot Piglet.
Jon: I don't want to remember Piglet! Seriously the people who made that mess of a horror film need to be locked up in Arkham! Why did you show us that movie?
Lian (stroking her Labubu doll like it was her evil cat): Because I enjoy chaos like that. We're totally watching the sequel when I can get past my dad's parental locks.
Damian (hooking his new Labubu doll to his backpack): I heard the sequel was slightly better so I welcome the chaos. If you need help hacking tech, give me a call.
Lian: I will consider that.
Jon groaned loudly, shaking his head.
Damian (patting his friend on the shoulder): Jon, don't worry I'll shield your innocent eyes from all the scary parts.
Jon: Mock me all you want, I stand by that movie was awful.
Lian: Didn't you get aged up and live through hell in another universe? Winnie the Pooh horror should be tame to you.
Jon: No, that wasn't something I saw during that time and even if I did, I don't want to see it in a horror movie. What's next? Peter Pan?
Lian smiled evilly silently answering the question. Damian laughed dryly at that reaction.
Jon (tired smile): Lian... Thanks for the gifts at least.
Lian: No problem, besties.
This is a Labubu doll (I am the proud mother of two that I have affectionally named Chucky and Tiffany lol)↓
Headcanon that when someone gets injured during a fight, (the clearly underaged) Robin at the time sometimes run into the nearest convenience store and buys vodka to clean the wound~
Imagine.......When Dick is Robin, he gets into a fight with a group of gangsters, and a civilian gets injured. Panicking, Dick runs into the nearest convenience store, looking for something to clean the wound with. Naturally, the workers are very confused as to why a little boy in a brightly coloured costume is attempting to buy a bottle of vodka. They eventually sell it to him on the grounds of "Batman would probably beat us into a pulp if we said no."
Over the years, this happens several more times, even continuing whenever there's a new Robin. Convenience store workers in Gotham have gotten so used to brightly coloured children coming in and purchasing alcohol that when a new person starts working at one of the stores, no one even thinks to explain what the hell is going on.
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Store Manager: —and last but not least, remember to ask for an ID before selling alcohol to anyone who might be underage.
New Employee: understood.
Robin: *enters, in full costume and covered in blood. walks to the back on the store, before returning and placing a bottle of vodka on the counter with a thud*
Store Manager: *immediately begins ringing him up*
Store Manager, smiling: that'll be $20.
Robin: *hands over the money and leaves with his bottle of vodka*
New Employee: ...
New Employee: ......
New Employee: ........that was a child. That was a child in a Halloween costume. You just sold alcohol to a child in a Halloween costume.
Store Manager: oh yeah, that's Robin. We don't actually know how old he is.
Duke's filter on pause after getting shanked by Riddler (inspired by Carter Anderson Comedy)
Duke: It's crazy that Jason can take down more villains than you, Tim. Jason is the biggest, greasiest bitch I know, so that has to be difficult!
Jason nearly dropped his bag of chips, an imaginary bullet hitting him in the heart. Damian snickered loudly while Jason looked around offended.
Jason: Yo, what the fuck was that?
Duke: I'm just saying, you're six feet tall, and your back is the size of two Damian's, so I’m surprised you and Bruce don’t strain your greasy, big-ass backs!
Damian laughed harder, falling to the ground and kicking his feet with joy.
Jason: Stop!
Bruce: I haven't said anything. It's not my fault I’m shaped this way.
Duke: Big backs, this ain't about you.
Jason: That's the last time you're going to call me a big back.
Duke: Hey, I'm telling Tim that his skinny, weasel-ass should be more spry and take down more baddies than ya'll, so I can avoid getting shanked in the hip!
Tim: Oh my God, I said I was sorry!
Duke: That doesn’t remove the shank from my hip, bitch!
Tim: Okay, but did you die? No. No! I literally got shot in the throat once. I was unfortunate not to have a big, beefy neck like Bruce and Jason!
Bruce: Beefy? These are oddly specific.
Jason: Stop body-shaming us!
Damian (while on the ground laughing): He said you both have beefy necks and big backs! HAHAHA!
Duke: Knock it off, Tim. We ain't talking about the big backs.
Bruce: We don't have big backs!
Duke: They’re built like that and trained not to trip on their own feet like you did when Riddler shanked me instead of you! You got winded after chasing Mr. Freeze, twice. Dick, I get being exhausted, his ass is essentially a big back.
Dick (hurt): That was so mean!
Duke: I’m not talking about you. I’m saying Tim needs to do better because he pissed me off! I'm not mad at you!
Dick: I’m a circus kid. I trained a long time and wear spandex. However large my bottom is doesn’t mean I get winded. Go back to insulting Bruce and Jason.
Bruce: Or don’t do that.
Duke: Nah, Bruce, you’re fine. I’m just saying, when I bob and weave and Tim is fighting with me, I don’t want to be shanked like I’m on the wire! Tim, you owe me for that, bitch!
Damian: Yes, Drake, you owe him. Do better! Ho.
Bruce: Damian, don’t call him that.
Damian: I can’t call him a big back, oh, wait, I got one! Do better, you Pete Davidson anorexic clone.
Duke: Ho still works there if you know about Pete’s dating history.
Tim: You want to see what I can do to you? Keep talking! I’ll beat both your asses!
Bruce (holding Tim back): Stop pushing his buttons! And never call us those insults again.
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Little Damian, 5 years old, walked quietly over to his grandfather, Ra's al Ghul. His tiny feet made soft thuds on the floor as he reluctantly approached the old assassin. Jason followed behind him as his bodyguard.
Ra’s eyed the child suspiciously. Damian avoided eye contact, clutching a piece of paper in his small hands. He hesitated before holding it out to his grandfather.
Damian: Grandfather, I drew this for you.
Damian handed the drawing to Ra’s. The man took it, glaring at the paper. Damian kept staring at his feet, worried about the reaction.
Jason: He’s been into drawing animals lately. I think this is his best one yet. And Ra’s, you probably agree.
Jason gripped a folding hunting knife in his hand, casually pretending to swipe it across his throat, an ominous gesture meant to simulate where he’d start if Ra’s caused Damian to cry again. Last time that happened, Ra’s had ended up sewing up a hand wound after Jason stabbed him with a carving fork.
Jason: What do you think, Ra’s? Great? Tell him it’s great.
Ra’s looked at the drawing, then at Damian, who was nervously avoiding his gaze.
Ra’s: …I do not feel like fighting with you today. Damian, it’s adequate. I will file this away with some other sketches of yours I didn’t hate.
Damian looked from his grandfather to the side, a small smile forming.
Damian: Really? Oh… Thank you, grandfather. I appreciate the kind words.
Jason carefully folded the knife and slid it into his pocket. Damian turned to him, holding out his hand.
Jason: Here ya go.
Jason handed Damian a yellow fruit chew, which the boy ate happily.
Damian (chewing): It’s sour… I like it. Thank you for being here while I showed grandfather my picture.
Jason: No problem, kid.
Ra’s silently covered his eyes, fuming at the sight of candy being given for what he considered an adequate—if uninspired—art piece.
Jason (whispering): That pencil can go up your urethra, don’t test me.
Ra’s pointed to the door.
Ra’s: Get out of my office.
Jason and Damian left, chatting about a show Jason had been watching with Damian. Ra’s groaned, rubbing his forehead, but when he looked at the drawing, a surprisingly decent depiction of a bunny, his usual stern expression softened.
Ra’s: He’s not that bad an artist. This actually looks like a bunny… I will keep this one.
Damian entered the library, holding a glass of fruit juice. He saw his grandfathers, Ra's Al Ghul and Alfred, playing chess together.
Damian: Hi grandfather, what are you doing here?
Ra's Al Ghul (moving a chess piece on the board): I usually visit your butler to play some games.
Alfred (moving his winning piece): I have a name and, I win. That's another hundred dollars for me.
Ra's (handing Alfred the money): I let you win that one.
Alfred (taking a break to read his book): Right, sure you did. Master Damian, what are you doing outside your room?
Damian: I wanted some juice. Grandfather, I got into a fight at school yesterday.
Ra's: Did you start it?
Damian: No, this moron, Levin, did. He's been taunting me with racist insults and I finally gave him the proper punishment.
Ra's: Understandable. Did you win?
Damian: Yes.
Ra's: What did this american pig say to you?
Damian: It started with the usual insults about me being related to traitors of America.
Ra's: Hate this child already, go on.
Damian: Then I told him at least my father hasn't been on the news for hitting an old woman with his car then driving off like his did and that my mother didn't pull the fire alarm at the gym because someone was using a treadmill she acted like she owned. He took offense to that.
Ra's: Bullies can never take it. I should know, I used to be one.
Damian: Mm-hm, yeah so he shoved me and tried to take a swing, I hit him with my lunch bag, then delivered the next few punches. The teachers had to pull me off of him.
Ra's: Good job! But I doubt the school thought so. What punishment did the school give you?
Damian: Two weeks of in-school suspension and a week of regular suspension. The regular suspension is happening now. Father grounded me too.
Ra's (confused): Why?
Damian: Because I got into a fight at school.
Ra's: But... you won, and you're the victim in this situation!
Damian nodded taking a sip from his glass of juice.
Alfred: Master Bruce argued that fighting back in school only makes things worse. His words, not mine.
Ra's: No, no! That is bull!
Damian (letting this play in his favor): Um... yes. Yes it is.
Ra's stood up his mind made up on this.
Ra's: The nerve, I get the school being ludicrous, but not him. I'm taking you to the gaming store you can buy whatever you want.
Damian: Are you messing with me?
Ra's: No. You’re a hero, and you had to defend yourself against a bully. I imagine you dealt with a good chunk of racist insults, by some... American pig no less!
Damian: Hm ... that's right! I deserve a... can you buy me a new Nintendo Switch 2?
Ra's: I don't know what that is, but sure! You’re getting a meal as well, and, Alfred, stay out of this.
Alfred (on his tea break in the same room, siding with Ra's): What are you talking about? I left the room while you two were having this conversation.
Ra's: See that's why I don't fully hate you. Come along Damian.
Damian went along with his grandfather while Alfred took a sip from his tea cup.
Alfred (talking to himself): Sir, I tried to stop them. I really did. He can't be stopped... Yeah, that'll work.
Jason and toddler Damian: Story time (guess the book)
Jason and Damian (3 y.o.) were busy reading together in the library at the Al Ghul castle.
Jason (reading): I would not, could not, in a box. I could not, would not, with a fox. I will not eat them with a mouse. I will not eat them in a house.
Toddler Damian: Leave alone! He do not want!
Jason chuckled, continuing to read.
Jason (reading): I will not eat them here or there. I will not eat them anywhere. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-am. In the dark? Here in the dark? Would you, could you, in the dark?
Toddler Damian shook his head for the main character.
Jason (reading): I would not, could not, in the dark.
Toddler Damian (clapping for the mc): Yay!
Jason (pausing reading): Dami, I don't want to spoil the ending, but he might eat the eggs and ham.
Toddler Damian: No! No, wat eggs and ham is green? They green. Leave him alone, Sammie! Not okay!
Jason: Dami, you're wearing green.
Toddler Damian (looking at his footie pajamas): Hm... No green eggs and ham!
Toddler Damian giggled as Jason hugged him. Jason continued reading and Damian rooted for the one who didn't want to eat strange colored food.
Talia and Ra's watched from afar. Talia covered her smile, feeling her heart flutter with motherly love. Ra's felt strange with this kindness shown to Damian; a mix of uncomforted, but also finding the moment sweet.
Ra's: I don't trust this Dr. Seuss. I doubt he was a real doctor. Talia stop softening up, I can see it in your eyes.
Talia: I can't help it! Look at my baby.
Ra's: ...Okay he is adorable. Never tell him I said that.
Damian: Father, does grandfather care about me at all?
Bruce: For someone like him, he does. He'll never admit it outright, but I think he loves you in his old strict man way.
Damian: I doubt it sometimes. He beat up Slade for insulting me, but I wonder if he truly cares. When I was dead for a short time, I bet he was happy.
Bruce closed his book, a look of surprise crossing his face.
Bruce: He never told you, did he?
Damian (tilting his head): Told me what?
Bruce: There was a reason it took me so long to find your casket. Damian, he stole your body and was planning to bring you back to life. He's not a perfect man, I honestly hate him, but he couldn't get past losing you. I still wasn’t happy he took your body, though.
Damian sat down next to his father, pulling out his phone to jot down these details.
Damian: Tell me more.
Bruce closed his book, and for the next twenty minutes, he gave an abbreviated version of the chaos and wild goose chase surrounding Damian’s resurrection — how Ras was an obstacle but not outright harmful.
Bruce (concluding): He's always going to be a bad guy, but in that moment, I saw him as an old man who genuinely cared about family. Don't let him know I commend him for that.
Damian: Huh… this new information gives me something to think about. Thank you, Father.
Bruce nodded, returning to his book. Damian’s expression was initially blank, unsure how to react. Then he tapped his chin thoughtfully, stood up, and headed toward the Batcomputer in the Batcave. He sat down and dialed his grandfather’s number on his cell phone.
Ra’s al Ghul: Hello?
Damian (eagerly): Grandpa, you were racked with grief when I died! So much grief to the point you wanted to bring me back to life with the Lazarus Pit and took my body to do so?! You do love me.
Ra’s (embarrassed, shouting): Who told you?!
Damian: Father did. Grandpa, that’s so moribly sweet of you.
Ra's (failing to sound colder then he already is): Bruce clearly embellished the details. I simply felt you didn't deserve to be dead.
Damian: You’ve used the Lazarus Pit before when I was gravely injured, with a scolding afterward, but with this… you actually missed me, didn’t you?
Ra’s let out an embarrassed groan instead of responding. Damian smiled, unable to contain his anger and joy.
Damian: You went off the deep end for me, and so did father. You two are-
Ra's (interrupting): We are not the same!
Damian: Thank you. I was worried you hated me for a moment.
Ra’s: I don’t hate you. You're my grandson and I don’t want you to be soft nor do I want you to not live up to your potential. Dying young would've caused that. That's not love, it’s me wanting the best for my grandson, and that’s all I’ll say.
Damian (teasing): You love me, grandpa.
Ra's growled in anger, but Damian was unafraid, mostly cause he wasn't in the same room with him.
Ra's (sounding like this admission pained him): I wasn't going to let your life be cut short and maybe have missed you being around. There, happy?
Damian: That’s fine by me, Grandpa.
Ra’s: Stop calling me that! Grandfather is what you call me. And when you do call me on this blasted phone, let it be when you need money or want to fight in a tournament. Goodbye!
Damian: Bye. Hope you get me a nice birthday gift this year.
Damian ended the call, kicking his feet with exuberance. He hadn’t noticed his brother Jason had been in the Batcave the whole time. Jason approached, a curious look on his face.
Jason: Who were you talking to that you called “Grandpa”?
Damian: Mine. Ra's Al Ghul. He was grief-stricken when I died and wanted to bring me back. He went so far as to kidnap my dead body and revive me. I’m so happy!
Jason couldn't hide his wry smile but reached out to ruffle Damian's hair. Damian slapped his hand away, smirking.
Jason: That would be the semi-nice thing Ra’s does for you. He still was acting like an asshole during that.
Damian: I’ll take it. Last year, he gave me a gift card to a bookstore for my birthday.
Jason: What’s wrong with that?
Damian: It was for Borders! I couldn't use it cause that franchise closed its doors years ago.
Jason laughed at the mention of the now-defunct bookstore.
Damian: He’s not the best grandfather, and he’s a villain, but he’s not all bad. You know what I mean?
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Duke Thomas meeting Ra's Al Ghul for the first time wouldn't go well...
Duke: SATAN!
Ra's: What? Ow!
Duke tossed a small rock at Ra's alarming the villainous man. Jason covered his mouth chuckling. Damian turned the other way so his grandfather didn't see him laughing as well.
Duke: Damian, Jason, get behind me!
Duke clasped his fingers together in the shape of a cross.
Duke: Stand back, Satan, prince of darkness!
Ra's: I'm not Satan, and I'm certainly not a mere prince!
Duke: The devil is a master of disguise, taking on many forms. Evil walks among us, hiding in plain sight.
Ra's: Okay, that’s hurtful.
Duke kicked Ra's in the shin, causing the man to grunt in pain and crumple to the ground.
Duke: Uh huh, that’s what the magic goop does to you when you keep swimming in it! And that’s for Jason, jerk.
Ra's (weakly): Oh, for what? Teaching him how to be an actual protector of Gotham?
Duke: Of course you’d defend it! Look, if you come near me or my little brother again, I’m going to spritz you with my holy water. I've been wanting to do that for a while. Let's go, guys.
Duke stepped over the fallen man, with Jason and Damian following closely behind. Jason struggled to stifle his laughter.
Damian (turning to his grandfather): Sorry, Grandpa, but you had it coming. I'll talk to Duke though.
Ra's (standing up): This is rare for me, pride in someone else. Sadly, it's being suffocated by my rage at being kicked in the shin!
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Ra's: Ow! He threw a can at me!
Duke: I'm not sorry. I told you to keep you six feet and what you do? Enter my zone?
Ra's: I was trying to talk to my grandso--
Ra's lost his words when another can of bush baked beans him in the nose. Tim stood next to Duke and laughed loudly.
Ra's: Ow! Where do you keep getting cans?!
Duke (holding another can of beans): You'll never find out.
Damian: Duke, that's your last can of beans.
Duke: Shush, bro.
Ra's: Damian, tell him I'm not going to harm you.
Damian: ...He's softened a lot.
Duke: That's how they trick you!
Ra's: Who's they? Grandson, thank you for defending my honor.
Damian: I've grown up with you to know you're a villain, but not a monster.
Ra's: Exactly! Tim, speak up here as well!
Tim smirked.
Tim (lying): About you not harming people? That... that doesn't even sound right. Duke, he requires holy water from a toilet.
Ra's: If he sprays me with toilet water then I will get violent!
Damian: I can't be mad at your response Tim. Good one.
Tim: Thanks.
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Duke: Stay away from him! Don’t come near us, Prince of Darkness. Damian doesn’t want you near him.
Duke sprayed Ra's Al Ghul with a spray bottle filled with water. Ra's wasn’t hurt by the water, but found it irritating to be sprayed in the face like a disobedient cat.
Ra's (eye twitching): I’m not a cat, and he’s my grandson! Damian, get—Stop spraying me!
Duke (continuing to spray): Unfortunately, you’re related, but he doesn’t want you near him if you can’t keep your promise about no ninjas.
Duke lowered the spray bottle as Ra's took a step back.
Damian (keeping a safe distance): Thanks, Duke. He wants me to enter some weird tournament, and I’m really not in the right headspace to almost die.
Duke: No problem. How did you handle beelzebub as a little kid?
Damian (shrugging): He’s not completely evil; sometimes he’d give me hard candies for winning fights.
Duke nodded, quickly spraying Ra's again when the man made a move toward him.
Duke: Back up, dude! I ain't playing. I have powers, I can vanish in this lair of yours and beat you up!
Ra's (squinting his eyes enraged): You are an exhausting child.
Ra's stormed off, grumbling under his breath. Damian picked up the spray bottle, confused.
Duke: It's just regular water, but I pretend it’s holy water.
Damian (impressed): You know, you haven't quite reached our level of strangeness, but I admire how odd you can be.
Duke (chuckling with a smile): I appreciate that, bro.
Duke (in his Signal suit): Cass, who's the lady next to you?
Cass: (in her Orphan suit) Um, Signal, this is my… mother, Lady Shiva. Shiva, this is my friend and possible soon-to-be foster brother, the Signal.
Lady Shiva stood tall, proud, and incredibly intimidating. Her expression was emotionless as she stared down at Duke, but much like Talia, he couldn't help himself.
Duke: Are you sure she’s your mother and not your sister?
Cass (not aware of what is about to happen): No, she’s my mom.
Shiva (indifferent): I wasted hours birthing you, at least.
Duke: Wow... your momma is foine!
Cass (flatly): What?
Duke cleared his throat, taking a cautious step back then he began speaking.
Duke: Lady Shiva, respectfully, you are a radiant beauty, a baddie in both ways.
Lady Shiva looked over her shoulder surprised to be receiving these compliments.
Duke: I know you’re a tough assassin, and I don’t want to get on your bad side, but I just wanted to give you a compliment. You’re stunning, and I can’t believe you’re close to Bruce’s age.
Shiva: Is there somebody behind me? Who is he saying this to?
Duke: You madam. Lady Shiva, was it? Fantastic name for a bombshell.
Cass looked at her mom, worried at first, but Shiva's steeled expression softened into a half-smile as she nodded, appreciating the compliment. Cass shook her head terrified.
Shiva: I will allow these compliments. I usually hate most, if not all, men, but you seem quite charming.
Cass gulped.
Duke (with a prideful grin): You know I keep it real, especially since you're a straight ten out of ten—
Cass (confused and embarrassed): Could you stop talking to my mom like that? She's a villain and… my not attractive! Shiva, tell him you're ugly.
Shiva: I don't lie.
Cass: Damn it, mother.
Shiva: What? He's being sincere. This is the most tolerable I’ve been with people, so he’s winning me over. You both should be lucky I'm in a good mood tonight.
Duke: Thank you, Lady Shiva. On a scale of one to ten on beauty, you are a twenty.
Shiva: That is a factual statement.
Cass (whispering): Please stop.
Lady Shiva: "Signal" is quite an interesting name. I’ve heard bits and pieces about you through the villain circuit, and I have to say you’re making me hate you less.
Cass (dissociating for a second): It’s because he’s calling you hot... Let this end.
Duke: I’m sorry, Cass. I see a pretty woman, I give her compliments when needed. And with a baddie villain like her, I’d rather that than have her get all stabby with me later.
Cass: I will make your next injury look like an incident. Don't try me.
Lady Shiva: Baddie? You keep using that word. Huh, I’m assuming that’s another kind word about my beauty? Thank you. This body of mine is all natural so I am glad to hear that the work has paid off.
Duke (snapping his fingers): Yeah, get girl. Or madam.
Shiva: You god damn right.
Cass (exasperated): So Damian wasn't remotely exaggerating that this is that painful to witness. I owe him an apology.
Duke (unfazed): I know I’m embarrassing your daughter.
Shiva: I respect you for that.
Duke: Much appreciated, I've had practice. Now even though I’m partially terrified you’ll stab me if I let my true thoughts out, I’ve got one more piece of praise for you. Villainous or not, you got the beauty of a martial artist and actress. You do your own stunts, and if you get mugged in real life, you’d beat their ass or merc them.
Cass’s masked eyes widened as she sweated nervously, trying not to scream while Shiva nodded in agreement.
Shiva: I did always want to act. I like him. The signal, I might actually consider not killing you if I ever go after Batman. Keep him around, Cassandra.
Cass (facepalming): I— I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’m both uncomfortable and enraged.
