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Omg!!! New Character!!!
So it has come to my attention that Bruce is getting a new Butler!!! I wonder what she is like???
She looks like the sassy type and would happily mess with the BatFam!!! But is very doting for Raven lol (because Rae is nice)
~~~
Talia: âWhat do I have to do to get some milk for my coffee?â
Miss Pennyworth: âHover over a bucket.â
~~~
Miss Pennyworth: âAnd what would you like to eat for dinner?â
Bruce: âno need, I have a standing invitation with a certain senator.â
Miss Pennyworth: âhmm, what some politicians wonât do for a voteâ đ
~~~
Jason: (trying to get some gossip on Damian to blackmail him) âCome on, you wouldnât leave me hanging!â
Miss Pennyworth: âNo weâd cut you down in a week or two.â
~~~
Dick: (on the phone) âGod, I have to move out of my apartment. To get the floors redone and I cannot find a Kennel.â
Miss Pennyworth: âOh treat yourself to a hotel.â
~~~
Tim: âMiss Pennyworth, would you keep an eye on my bags.â
Miss Pennyworth: âAlright!â (Looks at Timâs eye bags)
Tim notices
Miss Pennyworth: âJust tell me when to stop.â
Damian smirking in the backgroundÂ
~~~
đđđ she wonât hold back!!! I mean can you guys imagine working with the Wayneâs!!! đđđ
I can imagine how Miss Pennyworth and Raven meet for the first time!!!
Damian is inviting girl over for the first time and he is freaking out!!! He wants everything to be perfect.
Miss Pennyworth in her snarky way of reassuring him that everything is going to be okay. Though she isnât looking forward to this, believe Damian has the same taste as Bruce the âplayboy.â
Miss Pennyworth is expecting some Pretty girl from an affluent family. If that is the caseâŚshould she be surprise? Though if she is being honest with herself, unlike his father. Young Master Damian doesnât have Master Bruce playboy character. It makes more sense if Damian is being with a girl if it benefits the Wayne Business and social status.
~~~
Meanwhile Raven is freaking out!!! She is visiting Damian place. Please understand she isnât visiting a regular friendâs house.
Sheâs visiting a billionaire friend at his million dollar mansion!!!
What should she wear? What should she bring? The last thing she wants is to make a fool out of herself!!!
~~~
Miss Pennyworth was pleasantly surprised to see Raven!
Raven was such a polite girl, she even brought a gift! đ Lol, I can just see Raven giving Miss Pennyworth an enchanted orb that controls cleaning products, allowing the house to clean itself without Miss Pennyworth having to lift a finger.
Miss Pennyworth definitely approves!
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I have no idea what timeline it is in my story, I bet this will not make sense at all but I love Damian and Raven together so... here I go.
this is so wally west coded
damian wayne stood at the end of the aisle, waiting,
you had spent months planning the wedding, making sure every small detail was perfect. he had stayed by your side through each process. he has helped you pick a venue, theme, and wedding colors.
the wedding, truly, was beautiful. light filtered in through the stained glass windows, painting the scenery with golden light,
all of your friends and family were there, chattering softly, he was barely even listening to the other groomsmen chatter, he was just taking it all in.
he sighs, bouncing on his heels, and adjusts his cufflinks.
this was it, the day you were officially a married woman.
the orchestra began playing softly, signifying the beginning of the ceremony.
you walk out, and you look like the definition of grace. the veil covering you framed you like a halo. the white dress you had chosen fit you beautifully.
heavens, you were devastating.
damian fights back the lump in his throat as you approach, watching you look around and giving him a small smile.
his heart stops for a beat, and he wishes he could frame this moment forever.
but, maybe in another life, you're walking towards him, that he's the one you're about to marry.
so, for now, he'll watch as the love of his life marries his best friend, and he'll watch supportive as you will grow to raise children that aren't his.
he will babysit them, and he will painfully accept that they will call him, "uncle damian," instead of "dad."
so he turns towards the altar and will watch as he feels what is left of his heart break.
because, you always had his heart, and you were the one that got away.

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a milk filled babian hiding in his mommyâs shirt :]
wally stared at you as you laid on his bed with your eyes closed and a slight frown, hearing your small pants and getting hit with the warm puffs of breath you let out against his shoulder as you still tried to recover your breath, and he smiled to himself. it was one of his favourite sights and just one of his favourite moments, in a way the evidence of the manifestation of his love for you. he reached out and placed one hand on your waist to tug you closer to him, so that youâd rest against his chest. âbaby?â
âhm?âÂ
âi love you.â he kept his gaze locked on you, watching as you made yourself comfortable on top of him.
you smiled softly at his words, finally looking up to meet his gaze, your cheek pressed to his collarbone. âyeah?â
âmhm.â his smile mirrored your own.
âyou do?â
âyeah, i do.â
âyou love me?â
âof course i do, sweetheart.â
âyou do what?â
he narrowed his eyes at you, knowing what you were doing, but he humoured you anyway. âi love you, baby.â
your smile widened at his quick response, a light blush colouring your cheeks despite your teasing. âthatâs nice.â
wallyâs brows furrowed as he saw you nuzzling your face back into his chest, but he still planted a peck to the crown of your head the moment it was in front of him. you could picture his pout even facing away from him. âdo you?â
âdo i what?â you did your best effort not to laugh in his face. he rolled his eyes.
âdo you love me?â
you looked up again. âdo you?âÂ
wally grumbled, wanting to kiss that playful smile off your face. âyeah, i do, baby.â
âyou do what?âÂ
âi love you.â he practically whined, in his pouty face.
âcool.â
you tried looking back down but he was quick to grab your face in his hand to force it back up, pressing his forehead to yours, and this once you just couldnât hold your giggles at his frown. his lips unconsciously quirked up too at your reaction, despite his annoyance, but he tried his best to suppress the smile. âdo you love me?â
you hummed at the question, pretending to think about the answer, with his face still pressed to yours. âwhat do you think?â
âoh, i have no idea. iâm clueless. would you mind enlightening me?âÂ
you were struggling to hold in more giggles, he obviously knew the answer already, you reminded him daily, which is what made his insistence so cute.
âi think you should know by now.â
âdo you love me?â he pressed.Â
âwell, now i donât know.âÂ
wallyâs face dropped. you werenât sure if that was even funnier or just scary. âdonât even joke like that.â
you once again broke in laughter, endeared by your whiny excuse of a boyfriend, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck as you pressed a loud kiss to his face, but he was still complaining.
âdo you love me?â he tried again in an exaggeratedly whiny tone, his voice muffled by the deep pout on his lips.
âdo you?âÂ
âof course i do, babe! more than anything!â
âwhat more than anything?â
wally grumbled, but still played along, convinced that youâd finally give in if he did. âi love you more than anything.â he muttered, not so enthusiastic anymore.
âi love you more, baby.â you spoke between giggles.
wally raised an eyebrow at you, a playful smirk showing up on his face. âoh, you donât wanna start that now.â
âyeah, i donât, actually.âÂ
âwell, thatâs too bad because i definitely love you more.â his arms tightened around your waist and he started peppering kisses all over your face.
âshut up!â you laughed despite yourself. âi donât love you anymore!â
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The argument started the way they always did.
Small. Stupid. Jason shutting down the second things got too real.
Youâd asked him - gently - why heâd disappeared for three days after a rough patrol. No text. No call. Just radio silence while you sat in your apartment worrying yourself sick.
âI was handling it,â heâd said, voice flat, arms crossed like he was bracing for impact. âYou donât need to know every detail of my shit.â
âIâm not asking for every detail,â youâd replied, trying to keep your voice steady. âIâm asking you to let me in. Iâm your girlfriend, Jason. Not some civilian you have to protect from the truth.â
Heâd laughed - short, bitter. âYeah? Well maybe I donât want you in. Maybe I donât want you seeing the parts of me that are still fucked up from the grave.â
The words had landed like punches. Youâd stood there, chest tight, and said the thing youâd been thinking for weeks.
âMaybe we need a break.â
Not a breakup.
A break.
Time. Space. Air.
Jason had gone very still. âWhat?â
âJust⌠a break,â youâd said, voice cracking. âNot forever. I just need to breathe, Jason. And you need to figure out if you even want me in your life or if Iâm just another person youâre protecting from yourself.â
He hadnât argued. Hadnât fought. Heâd just nodded once, jaw tight, and left.
That was nine days ago.
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story summary:
In a world divided by conflict, an alliance between the Kingdom of Shadows and the House of al Ghul is forged through an arranged marriage between Prince Damian and Princess Raven. Itâs a political move: cold but calculated. There is no animosity between them, but no intimacy either. They donât expect friendship, let alone love.
But duty calls. The marriage must be consummated, and an heir must follow.
What begins as obligation soon becomes a transactional, passion-laced agreement: friends with benefits in royal garments who, over timeâand with a little... manual assistanceâbegin to unravel.
A question of pickles
Pairing : Damian wayne(Al Ghul) x pregnant!reader
Synopsis : Damian Wayne thought he was prepared for anything. He has survived assassins, alien invasions, and the Batfamily, which is, objectively, the most impressive of the three. Nothing had prepared him for you. Nor for a very specific craving for Romanian pickles at three in the morning. Some forms of love are unspoken. They slip on like a coat, half-asleep, without asking questions.
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Three in the morning. In January.
Damian knows because his phone reads 3:07 when he reaches for the nightstand, and because the kitchen light filters under the bedroom door, a particularly accusing yellow.
He stands motionless for thirty seconds. Then he gets up.
You're standing in front of the open refrigerator, hair a mess, bare feet on the cold tiles, one hand on your lower back and the other methodically pushing containers along the middle shelf as if the thing you're looking for will appear if you persist.
"What are you doing ?" It's not a question. It's the tone of someone who sees exactly what's happening and still hopes they're wrong.
"I'm looking."
"It's three in the morning."
"The food is organized illogically in this refrigerator."
"You're not asleep."
"I'm hungry."
He leans against the wall and looks at you. You're thirty-two weeks pregnant and carrying his child with an energy that, some days, makes him feel like the only adult in the room, a feeling that is both absurd and perfectly true.
"What do you want ?"
You turn to him. The expression on your face is that of someone who has carefully weighed the risks before speaking.
"Pickles."
Silence.
"We have pickles. Right here. Second shelf."
"Not those pickles."
He looks at the jar. He looks at your face. "What's wrong with these pickles?"
"They're dill-flavored."
"All pickles are dill-flavored."
"No." You close the refrigerator door with the conviction of someone stating a fact. "There are old-fashioned mustard and honey pickles at the Romanian grocer ten streets away, and they're the only pickles that really exist."
Damian considers this information.
"The Romanian grocer ten streets away..." he repeats slowly.
"He opens at five. I checked."
"It's three in the morning."
"Yes. That's why I'm waiting."
There's a pause as he takes in exactly what's happening. You weren't going to wake him. You were going to stand in the kitchen, barefoot on the cold tiles, waiting for a Romanian grocery store to open for honey pickles, without saying a word to him.
"Go back to bed."
"Dami-"
"Bed, now."
"You don't have to-"
"I know."
You look at him. He holds your gaze with the patience of someone who has already made up their mind and is simply waiting for you to catch up.
"It's ridiculous," you say. "At this hour."
"Yes."
"It's cold outside."
"I know how winter works."
"I just want to say-"
"Do you want honey-mustard pickles from the Romanian grocer ?" He grabs his coat from the chair. "I can hear you. Go to bed, hayati."
Something shifts in your face, that slight release you get when you stop fighting something. You don't like asking. He's known that for a long time. He still doesn't know if it will get better with time or if it's just the way you are, but he's learned to read the moment you're about to give something up out of politeness, and he's learned not to let him.
You walk past him toward the bedroom. Your hand gently brushes his forearm as you pass.
He grabs his keys.
~~~
The grocer's name is Andrei, and he does indeed open at five o'clock. He recognizes Damian Wayne with an expression that clearly indicates customers in coats over pajamas aren't common, but they're not exactly cause for concern either.
The jar is small, the label is handwritten, and it smells of mustard and honey as soon as he takes it out of the bag in the elevator.
~~~
You haven't gone back to sleep. You're sitting in bed, knees drawn up as high as your stomach allows, pretending to read something on your phone with the app upside down. You look up when he comes in he places the jar on the nightstand without a word.
You look at it. Then at the jar. Then at him again.
"Damian."
"Eat your pickles."
"Damian, it was 3:30 in the morning-"
"3:22, technically."
"It's worse."
"I know."
You open the jar. The smell fills the room, vinegary, sweet, improbable. You take a pickle, taste it, and the noise you make is an absolute disgrace to both of you.
"Well?" he says, because he's human and some battles aren't worth losing with dignity.
"That's exactly it." Your voice has taken on that softness it sometimes has, late at night, when your guard is down. "That's exactly what I wanted."
He turns off the light on his side. You eat your pickles in the dark with quiet satisfaction and without the slightest trace of guilt, and after a while your leg rests against hers under the sheets, warm and familiar.
"Thank you," you murmur.
"Sleep, Albi."
"The baby says thank you too."
"The baby has perfectly reasonable tastes at thirty-two weeks." A pause. "You're the problem."
You laugh, softly, in the dark, the jar still in your hands, and it settles somewhere in her chest with the precision of something that has always known where it was going.
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Saw this post the other day, canât stop thinking that this is so DamiRae coded!
I live for John Constantine adopting Raven and being a doting father to her, and absolutely hating Damian because no man would ever be good enough for his baby girl

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summary: you had always adored damian⌠till you overheard his complaints to his brothers on your clinginess. so why was it that when you decide to give him what he desires, he is the one trying to close the gap he desperately wanted?
pairing: damian wayne x fem! reader
content: hurt-comfort, angst+fluff, hea, grovelling+yearning, desperate damian who bites his own words that make him go through it, reader with boundaries
âSheâs clingy.â
Damianâs voice is unmistakable. Cut-throat, swift in its delivering blow. Even with his back turned to you, you could recognise it in a heartbeat.
âC'mon, Dames.â Dick teases. âYou enjoy her company.â
A cold, scathing scoff echoes. âHer smothering can barely be considered company. Consuming my entire weekâthen coming along to the gala just to torment me further? You're mistaken.â
Pressing the gap of the door shut, your numb fingers dig into the wood. His bitter admission parted from his lips so easily. His harshly thrown words didnât just shatter your heart physically into piecesâno, there isn't a harsher tidal wave crashing over you than the realisation that whatever bond you shared with Damian was a complete, utter lie.
Comfort (Damian Wayne)
Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader
Warnings: implied depression, nudity but no smut, daddy issues
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This was posted originally on Oct 16th, 2023 on @headquarters90 during a depressive episode I was going through
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Releasing a sigh, you rubbed the heel of your palm against your forehead before bringing it down to rub at your eye. You can feel your tiredness sink into you and yet you knew that chances of sleep was slim.
âBeloved?â
Hearing the soft voice, you found yourself turning your head in that direction, noticing the shadow that stood by your window.
âHi,â you murmured softly, watching as the shadow came closer until the light could hit him and you noticed the concerned look on his face.