My little Alexander, my blood.

damian wanting to go out on patrol and talia is like

"What? You went out for patrol yesterday. No. Absolutely not."

"But Father said-"

"And I said no."

Really not wanting damians pets at first and when titus gets per by her she looks damian and bruce dead in the eye "Clearly he knows who the smartest person is. He loves me the most. You have lost."

When Damian wants money she's like

"Why? What happened to the five dollars I gave you three months ago?"

“mother the gold embroidery on this is itchy.” “oh hush.”

damian wanting to go out with his friends and talia’s like “no. i must meet them. bring them here, bring them all here.” and anyone damian invites over is mildly terrified because talia offered them food on a serving tray but she’s watching them as they eat it.

" what do you mean this tiny piece of chocolate cake is 10 dollars " "omg mum please stop the prices are set they're not gonna change them and besides you're literally rich~ " "well this is how you stay rich , now hush ya amar ( my moon ) Mummy is trying to buy you this delicious looking brownies"

She then procedes to tell the kids mum whos selling it how unappealing it looks and how it shouldn't even cost 1 dollar. Damian is literally dying. He is straight up praying the ground opens up and swallow him.

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Talia sensing damian sneeze and shoving him in bed with a Vicks steaming bowl, like 5 gazillion blankets, then forcing feeding him the whole kitchen is such a middle-eastern mum thing to do.

" damian why are you up? Go back to bed . Ohhh so you're fine now but when I ask you to clean your room its always I'm tired~, I'll do it later~"

" did you finished steaming?, I know you don't like it but its going to make you better"

" and wear your scarf today the winds a bit chilly." " mum its like 100 degrees!" " did I ask for the weather report or did I ask you to put on a scarf?." "....." " thank you "

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Jason Todd’s skin is made of stone. It’s rock hard and unyielding, hiding everything tender inside of him. It’s solid and steady, supportive, until it crumbles, weathered down from the constant erosion around him. It’s brute force, harsh and unrelenting as it beats into anyone who’s ever wronged him, again and again and again. But it’s the type of rock that forms up the old buildings in Gotham, the kind that mean shelter and safety for everyone he’s pledged to protect. It holds his family, maybe not tying them together like the water, but above them, shielding them from damage raining down.

Tim Drake’s skin is made of porcelain. It’s soft and smooth, perfectly in place among the elite he was raised around. It’s almost delicate, the patterns on it imprinted as carefully as paint on china. It’s innocent, in a way, which is why it makes the perfect mask. The fragile ceramic hides a ruthlessness, the likes of which the world has never seen. His viciousness runs cracks through the porcelain, but it’s hidden carefully. It’s held itself together because he knows, his family knows, the world knows that if it shatters, it jagged edges will bleed the world red. There will be no fixing it.

feeding myself with reverse robins au where damian and jon grow up to be nightwing and flamebird respectively and spend chunks of their time taking care of the younger bat kids

Damian brought it up unexpectedly, eyes still trained on the security camera he was dismantling. 

“What?” Jon was sifting through the footage, using superspeed to catch every little detail of last night, but at Damian’s voice, he paused the recording and looked up.

Damian was still digging inside the camera, having removed the back panel and a good chunk of wires, and was now sifting through the piece of tech with a pair of tweezers. Nonetheless, he continued the conversation. “A name. You’re not going to be Superboy forever, are you?”

“Um,” Jon could honestly say he’d never thought about it. He’d always been Superboy, ever since he could remember. He wasn’t one to place much thought into birthrights or heritage, not like Damian, but he also wasn’t overlooking the fact that his father was Superman. What exactly did that make him? Superboy was the obvious answer. “I don’t think I can be anything else, Damian.”

“You have an older brother who also goes by Superboy.”

Jon shrugged. “We share.”

“Still. You’re graduating high school in just a few months, Jon. Though it’s surprising to say, you’ve outgrown the title.”

Jon’s lips instantly turned upward in a smirk. “I’ve outgrown the title, huh?”

At that, Damian turned to glare at him. Pointing a finger, he said, “I will taze you. Shut up.”

“Whatever you say, short stack.” Jon chuckled at Damian’s little growl. “But honestly, what else am I supposed to be? Everyone knows me as ‘Superman’s Son.’ I mean, Dad’s name is so big in the League, I don’t think I’ll ever separate myself from it.” And if he was honest, Jon didn’t know if he wanted to separate himself from it.

Damian hummed. “Not true. Look at Richard.”

“Dick? What about him?”

“Well,” Damian paused to move the tweezers to his other hand, “Richard started out as the first child hero, working under Batman. And unlike the other early proteges, he didn’t simply work as his mentor’s sidekick. He created his own legacy. And then he became Nightwing.”

“But Nightwing was already a thing,” Jon pointed out. “It’s a Kryptonian legend.”

“Yes, but there hasn’t actually been a Nightwing, has there? Even if there was one on Krypton, Richard was the first Nightwing on Earth. You wouldn’t call him a sidekick, would you?”

“What, no!” Jon’s reaction was immediate. “Nightwing’s, like, one of the most well-known guys out there. Literally everyone knows him, and literally everyone trusts him. He’s not a sidekick.”

Damian turned to smile at him. “Some would say he was. Do you understand my point?”

Jon pouted, took a deep breath and let it out. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. I don’t know, I’m not even sure how to go about doing that.”

“Well, to start off, find a new name.” Damian hunched over the camera even more, suddenly focusing in on something.

“I guess so. You got any ideas?” At Damian’s lack of response, Jon asked again, “Damian?”

Damian straightened, holding up the tweezers. Clasped tightly between the tongs was a miniscule data chip. “Here’s the footage we’re looking for.”

Jon stared at him, eyes wide. “How did you even know that was there?”

Damian shrugged. “Simple matter of deductive reasoning.”

“Tim told you, didn’t he.”

A pause. Then, “Drake may have mentioned a while back that a certain trafficking ring was hiding the data chips inside the cameras, and that others were catching on to the trick. I simply tested out his theory.” Damian looked physically pained, and Jon laughed.

“Cool. Put it in, I’ll look through the footage.”

Damian handed the chip over, then laced his his fingers together, put his arms above his head to stretch. Jon, still holding the chip, stared at the line of Damian’s muscles. When Damian quirked an eyebrow, Jon quickly cleared his throat and took the old data chip out of the computer, replacing it with the new one. “So, any ideas?”

“For your name? A couple,” Damian said. “Of course, you need to have an idea for what you’re thinking of.”

Jon nodded absently, pressing rewind on the footage. “I’m not sure if I want to separate from the Super name entirely, though.”

“You don’t want to, or are you scared to?”

Jon snorted. “You probably know the answer to that better than I do. I think I got a name, it’s on the side of the truck.” He zoomed into the footage. “Yeah, it looks we were right. The pharmaceutical company’s related somehow. There’s that stupid gremlin looking thing again.’

“The griffin?” Damian asked, peering over his shoulder. He made a contemplative noise, brows furrowed

“Is that what that thing’s called? Looks like a half drowned bird.”

Damian laughed, and batted Jon’s hands aside. “That’s not what an actual griffin looks like. Here.” He pulled up a couple pictures on his phone.

Jon swiped through a couple pictures, eyebrows raised. “Yeah, those are a lot more impressive. What are they though?”

“Mythological creatures from a variety of different places. They have the body of a lion and the wings and head of an eagle. They’re quite majestic.”

Jon squinted his eyes at him. “You’re implying something. I know you’re implying something.”

In response, Damian nodded his head towards the phone.

“What?” Jon asked.

“Griffin! It’s a perfect name.”

Jon raised his eyebrows skeptically. “Oh yeah. Because I’m part cat and part bird. Perfect analogy.”

Damian slapped his hand lightly. “No, you moron. It doesn’t have anything to do with the eagle or the lion.”

“Then?”

“Your dual heritage.” At Jon’s uncomprehensive look, Damian sighed. “You’re half-Kryptonian, half-human. And it shows. When you fight, you’re fierce and unafraid, much like your father. At the same time, though, you’re endlessly curious and inquisitive, like your mother. God knows I’ve been on the end of that far too often.”

“Oh. That, huh. That actually makes sense.”

Damian shrugged. “I’m just saying. It would be a good homage to your roots, and you’re honoring your parents, without being too overt.”

Jon looked down at the phone again. The lion part was strong, muscled, steady. The bird’s head was curved and fierce, wings spread majestically.

 “Griffin. You know what? I kinda like it.”

Zookeeper: [dropping Damian into the llama enclosure]

Zookeeper: Um no I can't say that I have

Detective: What's that right over there?

Zookeeper: Oh, that's our new llama. His name is....Dama. His name is Dama

Detective:

Detective: that is very clearly a human child. Probably the one I'm looking for

Zookeeper: *offended noise*

Zookeeper: Are you insulting Dama the Llama! He was born with a condition! Gotham zoo is his only hope!

Detective: No, no I wasn't-

Zookeeper: GUARD! This man is disturbing the animals!

Guard: [takes one look at what's going on]

Guard: Sir I'm going to have to ask you to exit the premises

Detective: What! But I-

Detective: [splutters as he's led away]

Zookeeper:

Zookeeper: That was close

Damian: Yes. Thank you for your assistance.

Zookeeper: No problem. You're still coming for our annual Big Cats fundraiser, right?

Bruce: I’d like to adress the sudden rise in animosity the villains have shown towards Robin.

Jason, just back from a mission: [leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed] more than usual you mean?

Tim: A lot more.

Dick: Dami has recently decided to forget what the villains are called.

Jason: I- wait what?

Damian: [imperiously] I simply decided that memorising the names of criminals was an ineffective use of my cognitive faculties. Better I recall their behavioural patterns.

Jason: What exactly did you do?

-

Riddler: [appears dramatically in a puff of smoke] Well well, if it isn’t the little bird?

Robin: [coldly] Question man.

Riddler:

Riddler: It’s “the Riddler”

Robin: Who cares?

Riddler: [sputtering]

-

Robin: [drops down from the ceiling to interrupt a meeting between Penguin and his people]

Penguin: Great. It’s the boy annoyance.

Robin: [cordially] Birdman.

Penguin: I beg your pardon?!

Robin: [without inflection] My apologies. I have come to arrest you, Mister Mumble.

Penguin: Out of all the movies you could have insulted me with-

-

Poison Ivy: Oh my, looks like a little birdie has come for a visit.

Harley Quinn: [grinning] Nice of you to drop in tweety

Robin: [nods to Ivy] Daisy. [to Harley] Miss Mime

Ivy: what

Harley: [cracks her knuckles]

-

Robin: [throws a batarang at clayface]

Clayface: great. a mosquito.

Robin: …[with distanste] There is no need for insults, Mudpie.

Clayface: …

-

Robin: [calling in an arrest] Yes, I have apprehended Toto.

Scarecrow: [tied up nearby] Hey!

-

Joker: [Sees Robin swinging down in the middle of a hostage situation] Oh look! it’s the cavalary…’s pet.

Robin: [cordially] Mr Quinzel.

Joker:

Joker: Wh-

Robin: You are Harley’s husband correct?

Joker: [furious] no!

Robin: My apologies then. I shall endeavor to use your proper name… … [frowning] Mrs? You are wearing make-up. Is that it? Mrs Quinzel? I did not mean to assume.

Joker: [frothing at the mouth]

-

[back at the meeting]

Tim: to be fair he only does it when they misname HIM.

Damian: I have a name. It is rude not to use it.

Bruce: Damian. There has been seven attempts on your life this week alone. Stop.

Damian: no

Bruce: [grinds his teeth]

Dick: Actually, what ARE Joker’s preferred pronouns? Has anyone asked?

Bruce: what are you two going to do

Damian: vandalize stuff with graffiti

Bruce:

once on a recon mission, Bruce managed to nab some of Damian's baby pictures from the league.

So, naturally, the rest of the bats have to see this. Of course they look through the pictures on the batcave monitor while Damian is out with friends. At first, it goes great. The pictures are adorable (if a little sad sometimes), and everyone is getting a kick out of it.

The fun ends when Tim notices something.

One time, before patrol, the cave receives a video from Colin. How he managed to send them a video, they don’t know. The whole family is there except for Damian.

The video starts with Colin adjusting the focus. Maya, Maps, Suren, and Kathy are next to him on a beach. 

High above them, at the top of a huge ramp, is Jon and Damian in a shopping cart. In uniform. With a rocket strapped to the bottom of the cart.

Jon leans over the back, lights the rocket, and pushes them into motion as Damian brandishes his sword & screams “FOR HONOR!”

Halfway down the ramp they start screaming. There’s sparks, the wheels fall off, there’s more sparks, and they rocket at a near 90 degree angle up at least 100 feet. 

The cart explodes in a giant multicolor firework and the shaky camera zooms in on two dots that fall into the ocean. 

There’s a couple seconds of dead quiet & everyone whispering worriedly to each other. 

A moment later, two figures pop out of the water with their arms up in victory, the camera barely picks up distant yelling, and the video cuts off right as the camera starts to shake with Colin & co running towards the shore while cheering.

The bats have no idea how to react. Damian was supposed to be working with Jon on a school project. They don’t recognize half of those kids. Where did they get the ramp, rocket, and cart. What the hell. 

When Damian comes home the next day, Bruce confronts him in front of the fam, asking how the project went. Damian tells them it went well and shares some details on the project without missing a beat or letting on that it’s a bold faced lie.  

Dick, holding Damian & walking away: finders keepers

Bruce: what? No, hand him over!

hey yall, ya girl’s moving out and it’s hectic as hell, but here’s some old and new doodles that I shared on twitter a little bit ago.