Im mixed Puerto Rican, but I was raised buy my mom's side of the family- the Puerto Rican side. Unfortunately, when the moved here from the island, they hard core assimilated, so I feel loose connections to a culture I dont truly understand. (It doesn't help that I dont speak Spanish and dont look Spanish at all).
I had an idea for an art peice I'll never have the talent to do myself
A girl, trying to enter a domino like door, but its welded shut so she can never enter. The door is attached to a house on a campo, and inside is her family eating and laughing, reminiscing on things she doesn't understand. In the backyard there is dancing and singing, traditions that - again, she will never get to learn.
Idk.
The Benito Bowl yesterday dug up some feelings in me
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batman comic arcs are so mindlessly dark all the time. “the killing joke” “death in the family” “batman’s grave” how about “batman has a nice fucking day for once” huh? “batman chills the fuck out and spends some time with his kids” “batman and the relaxing picnic” “batman has a really good cup of tea and its not poisoned or drugged because he’s been stressed lately” huh???? what about that, assholes.
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Imagine Bruce has a long day, and he's leaning a bit more into his depression, so wife! Reader kisses each of his scars, and lists off a reason (unrelated to being batman) why people love him for each scar.
Imagine Batmom! Y/n is out and about Gotham, maybe volunteering at a museum or something, and Two Face and his gang come to rob the place
Two Face hates batman, but still loves and respects Bruce Wayne, as well as Wayne's wife, Y/n, but he doesn't realize she's there.
Y/n crawls over to a mom to help her calm down because she's freaking out, and one of Two Faces goons knocks her out with his gun.
Two Face is like... "Ey, Johnny boy, c'mere-" to the goon, then blows his brains out. Everyone else is really confused by what's going on, and Dent is like "You wanna question me and end up like Johnny or you wanna grab the goods and get the hell outta here?"
Later, when Dent ends up back in jail, Y/n visits him, sometimes with Bruce, sometimes not, just to check in and see how he's doing, remind him of better times.
And Bruce is like.... please dont rob people, but also thank you for not hurting her 💀💀💀
Bruce Wayne, Billionaire extraordinaire, retired playboy, Prince of Gotham. Bruce took care of Gotham when the sun was up, through funding public programs, creating jobs that took care of their employees, and nudging honest, goodhearted politicians towards offices. He was also a diligent father and caretaker to his sons, adopted and otherwise, and did everything he could to make sure they were well cared for.
Batman, vigilantly and protector, terror to the criminal element, a symbol of hope to the innocent. Batman made sure the streets stayed safe, and anyone who wanted to leave a life of crime behind had the help and means to do so.
Two sides of the same man, working nonestop to help as many people as possible, even at the expense of himself and his family.
Which is where his partner came into play.
Friends from childhood who never lost touch, Y/n was the only one who could pull him out of his head and take care of him. Every step of the way she had been there, and he and the rest of the family were thankful for it.
“Computer, override S-133-P,” a voice calls out from behind Bruce. He was in the Batcave, hunched over the computer, working well into the next day. He had been awake from four in the morning the day prior, he was reaching the twenty-four hour mark. Bruce lets out an exasperated groan as his computer automatically locked him out due to the Y/n shutting him out.
He knew Barbra had messed with something, and now he knew what.
“I have important work to do,” he grumbled, though when Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders he immediately melted into her touch. She chuckled softly, kissing his neck. He looked exhausted, dark bags under his eyes, five o’clock shadow growing into something more, skin paler than normal.
“I love you,” she whispered into his ear. “And I love how you take care of the city,” another kiss, this time on his cheek. “But it’s time to go upstairs, and let me take care of you.” With that she slid around to the front, and Bruce wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap.
“I don’t think I can fight this, can I?” He asked with a sleepily smile, before frowning. “Love, you know the work is important-” he argued, eyes drifting to the computer again. Y/n just smiled down at him, and kissed his forehead.
“The computer will stay locked until I unlock it.” She said softly. “And if you try to hack it, well… I won’t be happy, and you know what they say about happy wifes…” She threatened. “Now, come on. If something comes up, you trained almost a dozen people to handle it. Please?” She pleaded, looking at him with that look he couldn’t resist.
There was a staredown, but Bruce inevitably folded. With a sigh, he stood up, Y/n sliding herself off his lap. She beamed, pleased that he didn’t fight her too bad this time.
“Food, bath, bed.” She said, taking his hand and leading him upstairs. It was late, or early depending on your perspective, but the manor was large enough and the bedrooms were far enough away that they didn’t have to worry about being loud. Alfred and Damein were sound asleep, and Jason was visiting (his apartment had been blown up), but he had fallen asleep in the library while reading.
Walking into the kitchen, Y/n handed him a plate of left overs, pan fried salmon with roasted vegetables, and a cup of tea, the same kind Alfred would make him to calm his nerves. Afterward she sat next to him, absently rubbing soothing circles into his thigh as he ate. Bruce raised an eyebrow at you.
“It’s late, you should go to bed,” He said, taking a bite. Even when he wanted to rush a meal, the manners Alfred ingrained in him wouldn’t allow it unless his life was one the line. “I promise I’ll be up once I finish this and shower.”
“Time with you is time I value, and besides, I prefer sleeping with you holding me,” Y/n chuckled, leaning against him. Bruce smiled fondly, a flicker of guilt going through him, but it was quickly silenced by the love that she radiated. It was peaceful, calm.
Soon dinner was finished, the two of them washing up the dishes together before heading upstairs to the master bathroom.
“Do you need a massage, or would you rather just shower then go to bed?” Y/n asked softly. Most of the time she would work the stress out of his muscles in the bath, but tonight seemed like he needed rest more.
“Not tonight,” Bruce hummed, deep and rumbling. As much as Bruce wanted to take a nice, hot bath with her, and enjoy the accompanying massage, he didn’t want her to stay awake any later that she needed to.
He slowly stripped off his clothes, revealing various stitches, bruises, and scars in different stages of healing. Y/n frowned at the sight, hating any sign of him - or her adoptive children for that matter - in pain.
After a quick shower, he re-entered the bedroom, towel around his waist. Even after years of marriage, she still found him just as attractive as always. Her eyes said it all, and Bruce laughed, intention flexing his back as he dressed in the warm pajamas Y/n layed out.
She had also lit a fire, so when he got in bed and they turned out the lights, the room was lit by the soft glow of the fire. They settled into bed together, her head against his chest, him holding her tight. The room was filled with love and comfort, the sound of the crackling wood the soundtrack.
“What would I do without you?” Bruce murmured into her hair, holding her a little tighter. Y/n chuckled, nuzzling deeper into his chest. He smelled like oil and earth, a blend that was wholly him.
“Become so consumed with your work that you push away everyone that loves you and eventually die of a stroke at a young age?” Y/n joked lightly. “No, you would survive… I know you would. My big strong Bat,” she murmured.
“I love you,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. “But you don’t need to do all of this for me.”
“I love you too,” she whispered back.
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Imagine Little Bruce and Alfred having to drive through the city to get somewhere, and they break down.
While Alfred is fixing the car/waiting for a tow, Bruce starts having a panic attack, the area around him just a little too similar too the place where he was when his parents died.
He ends up curled up in a ball, trying to calm himself down as Alfred is otherwise occupied, and failing.
Then a little girl who was playing in the street walks up to him, and is like, "Ah, my mom gets these- look at me." And then helps him do the Grounding 5-4-3-2-1.
He calms down, shaking, and Alfred thanks the girl for her help, and, knowing Master Bruce needs a friend, offers for her and her guardian to come to Wayne Mannor for a meal to show their gratitude.
The little girl is like- "I've never been in a mansion before. A duplex, sure, but not a mansion!"
The mom is like... "I don't really trust you, but a free meal is a free meal," and so they go. And bruce is a quiet, solemn boy, and the little girl is more than making up for the silence.
Tldr Bruce gets a Childhood friend and maybe this will motivate me to write the fic this comes from lol
Bruce is listed as the kids' contact on their school forms but Bruce is also a business man, sometimes has to go to space and on occasion, gets too injured to move so naturally, Alfred would be the second listing but Gotham Academy tries to have parents more hands on, so Alfred is actually 3rd on the list. Cue the Bats, being the little shits they are, supplying the contact information for the school because Bruce always leaves it blank.
Bruce, arriving at the school breathless: Sorry I'm-
Dick: *grinning*
Principal:
Clark:
Bruce: What-
Principal: Good of you to join us, Mr Wayne. I've filled in Mr Kent about the details of the incident. Richard will have to spend the week at home.
Bruce: Right...
Principal: But I must say that it is nice to see couples like yourself be so hands on.
Clark:
Bruce:
Dick: I love my dads 😊
Bruce, arriving at school breathless: Sorry, Principal Warner, I just got your call and-
Diana: *shit eating grin*
Jason: *shit eating grin*
Principal: Jason was in a fight, Mr Wayne and-
Diana: Excuse me but my son wouldn't do something like that.
Bruce, sighing: No, she's right. Jason wouldn't do that. You got the wrong kid.
Bruce, stepping into the office: I know, Principal Warner, I was just-
Random actress:
Tim:
Principal: Mr Wayne.
Bruce, stepping into the office: Principal Warner, I understand I'm late but-
Talia:
Selina Kyle:
Damian:
Principal Warner: Mr Wayne, we are an inclusive school but both your wives can't show up to these meetings. The parents' board feels it sends the wrong message to the children.
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I believe that Ra's Ah Ghul is descended from a Chinese and Mongolian man from the Yuan Dynasty, and a women who has origins in the Byzantine Empire during the Palaiologos Dynasty, but ended up in and or/is dominantly Egyptain from the Mamluk Sultanate regin of Egypt.
Use this information as you please, the break down for Damien (because dc only says Talia's mother is Arab and Chinese, so I will assume she has the same makeup as Ra's) is then 1/4 Mongolian-Chinese, 1/4 Egyptain - Arab Byzantine Contrey, and 1/2 bat.
My research is below, if you have something to add or think you know the Byzantine country please message me, thank you!
So, we know that Ra's was born to a Chinese Nomad and an Arab women, between 500 to 700 years ago, and (allegedly) has relations to both Alexander the Great and Gengis Khan.
This means that he was born sometimes in the 1300s to 1500s. It is also mentioned that he lived in a city with a Sultan, and its been mentioned before that he and Damien are Egyptian.
According to my research, from 1250 to 1517 the Mamluk Sultanate ruled Egypt, checking both the Sulten and Egyptian boxes as well as fitting our timeline.
Now, to accommodate for him having a, "Byzantine life" and as Egypt and the Byzantine Empire were right next to one another, I believe that Ra's mother was partly Byzantine from the Palaiologos Dynasty which took plave from 1261 to 1453.
So that's how we get Ra's 1) Being Egyptain, 2) Living a Byzantine life, 3) living under a Sultan, and 4) being related to Alexander the Great. His mother was mixed Egyptain and somthing else under the Byzantine Empire, but lived in Egypt under the Mamluk Sultanate.
Now, for his father. Its said that his father was a Chinese Nomad, and that he is related to Gengis Khan. This leads me to believe his father was a Nomad from the Yuan Dynasty in China, a Dynasty run by the Khans. This would explain both his relation to Gengis Khan, his Chinese father, and they were likely traveling the silk road as was common back then.
I did this because 1) I'm a mixed kid having an identity crisis 24/7, 2) I know how important it is for people to see themselves and their cultures represented in media, and if DC won't give us the details then I'll do some crappy research and guess them, and 3) I'm so tired of seeing white washed Dami.
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one of my favourite references that was made in jason todd (aka. a reader of all time & a fan of classics) related media was probably parallels between jason&bizarro and george milton&lennie small.