#mommasboy

Ok here’s Kel’tul meeting his Kame’tire mommy for the first time WHATTEEVVEERRR

She found him in the forest not long after he escaped the ruins of TAP (a couple days)

ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE 🫣

In the Wayne living room, back when Dick was maybe eight or nine — still her only baby, still small enough to curl perfectly under her arm. It’s movie night, a tradition she takes very seriously: homemade popcorn, blanket forts, and twinkle lights. Bruce had gone down to the cave for “a quick systems check.” (Translation: he’d be gone for hours.)*

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Arielle: (innocently scrolling through channels)

Hmm… “Finding Nemo”… “Cinderella”… oh — what’s this one? “Something Strange in the Dark”? Sounds like a documentary.

Dick: (perched beside her with popcorn)

Mom, that doesn’t sound like a documentary.

Arielle:

Really? It’s got “Dark” in the title — sounds educational.

Cue five minutes later — eerie music, ominous doors creaking, flickering lights.

Dick: (slowly inching closer)

Uh… Mom?

Arielle: (pretending to yawn)

Hm? Oh, it’s not that scary, sweetheart. Just a little suspense—

A thunderclap. A jump scare. Dick yelps and burrows straight into her side.

Arielle: (fighting a smile, wrapping her arms around him immediately)

Oh, baby, it’s okay! See? Just silly special effects.

Dick:

You knew it was scary!

Arielle: (mock gasp)

Me? Never! I would never intentionally put on something spooky just so you’d snuggle with me all night.

Dick:

...You totally did.

Arielle: (grinning, kissing the top of his head)

Maybe a little. But can you blame me? My brave little acrobat grows more independent every day — I have to schedule my cuddles now!

Dick: (pouting but snuggling closer anyway)

You don’t have to trick me, Mom. I’d stay with you anyway.

Arielle melts completely, hugging him tighter. The scary movie forgotten, she lowers the volume, content with the steady rhythm of her son’s heartbeat pressed against her.

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It’s years later.  The older boys are out; the manor is quiet except for Damian reading on the couch and Arielle wandering in with a bowl of popcorn.

Arielle:

“Movie night, habibi.  Just you and me.”

Damian:

“I am in the middle of a volume on Renaissance fencing forms.”

Arielle:

“And I am in the middle of missing my son.  So that’s that.”

She drops beside him, already scrolling through the streaming menu.

Damian:

“Please tell me this is not another of your sentimental dramas.”

Arielle:

“Fine, we’ll watch something educational.”

(She clicks a documentary thumbnail that—unbeknownst to her—is three hours of whisper-narrated footage about sloths.)

Ten minutes later, Damian is frowning.

Fifteen minutes later, he’s dozing off against her shoulder.

Arielle’s smile spreads slowly.  She adjusts the blanket, enjoying the quiet weight of him.

Arielle: (softly, to herself)

“Didn’t even need a scary movie this time.”

But just as she’s about to reach for the remote, a low voice murmurs:

Damian:

“You planned this.”

Arielle: (freezing)

“What?”

Damian: (eyes still closed)

“You chose something impossibly dull so I would fall asleep.  Transparent tactics, Ummi.”

Arielle: (grinning)

“Caught me.”

Damian:

“…Do it again next week.”

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Not many people know however that he had a bad habit of misplacing his glasses. He did it so often that at one point his mother gave him glasses chains, because she was tired of her son losing his glasses and needing new ones.

He despised it. The chains were hers, they were old, too long for him and made him look stupid.

Initially a hated accessory (I'd assume it was another reason for children to bully him), became a staple of Alastor style and he continued wearing them as an adult. Besides, chains help to not lose one's glasses during a murder.