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Growing Up Batty: Part 4

Prompt: really love your Damian Wayne series! I was wondering if you are willing to do another Damian series where he’s around 13 and Bruce forces Damian to go to school and he has to face what is it like being in middle school with the help of his brothers and he starts to develop feelings for the reader and they get really close and Damian tries to keep her safe and keep her from finding out that he is Robin??

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


You don’t have any delusions about yourself. Your parents had been honest about your heritage from day one. You know you’re different. While you understand emotions, you have a hard time expressing them. Deep down you know the truth. Your mother was an emotional being, dedicated to your sperm donor like no other. She let her emotions rule her and had ended up having a mental break that haunted the whole of Gotham.

    So yeah, you and emotions didn’t get along too well. You kept them closely guarded, and occasionally you let them out. Typically only around those you trusted. Like your parents, and eventually Damian Wayne.

    You can see it in him. That battle with emotions, the battle between doing what was right and what was needed. It hadn’t taken long for you to figure it out. Especially, with the hint Bruce Wayne had dropped. If someone knew who your birth parents are, then they knew everything about everything, and the only person who knew everything about everything, was the Batman.

You choose not to say anything. It’s their secret to keep, and since Damian obviously doesn’t know your secret, you figure it’s only polite to let him reveal his own. That is, until the academy is attacked by a gang of psychopaths, and Damian comes dangerously close to revealing his secret to the whole school.

You grab his hand before he can do anything. You grip it in your own, and when he tries to pull away, you dig your nails in. The look he gives you is one of confusion. You mouth the words, “Some things need to stay secret.”

He understands what you’re saying. You see the reluctance in his eyes, as he backs up into the shadow with you. The shadows are your friend. While for most they hide the scary things, for you they hide friends.

You don’t let go of Damian’s hand until Batman and his merry gang of birds arrive. You stay put in the classroom, while Damian runs to help his family. He never orders it, you just consider it common sense. You tuck your legs underneath you and grab your book. It won’t be long now before the police arrive and start clearing the school. You find it best to remain helpless when it comes to men with guns.

There’s also the fact that your classmates had already run screaming from the room. Foolish in your opinion, when there were men running around with guns. You enjoy the peace and quiet, right up until the door creaks open.

The lack of noise tells you the person is barefoot, which only slightly interests you. Self preservation wins over interest though, and you slide back farther into the shadows. That doesn’t stop her from finding you. She seems just as drawn to the shadows as you are. You meet her eyes without hesitation, and you can see the curiosity there.

You can see the dots slowly connecting behind her eyes, and when it clicks she frowns. As she crouches downs in front of you, her hand slowly reaches out and plucks a hair from your head. You scowl, at the slight pain. It’s almost as though she’s able to analyze your DNA, and as her scowl deepens, you know that’s exactly what she’s doing.

She straightens and stares at you before shaking her head, “Stupid, stupid Harley. She actually had you. That liar. I should have known better.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, “You should have known better? Shouldn’t she have known better than to screw a murderous clown.”

The grin that takes over her face, is more than a bit unsettling, “So you know.”

“What I come from, yeah. My parents think it’s better to be prepared.”

“Does being prepared cancel out genetics?”

Your eyes narrow, “My family does not define me. I choose who I am.”

This time, when the woman smiles, it’s a bit more kind. A small flower blooms out of her hand, and she reaches out and places it behind your ear. She straightens and says, “As always I’ll clean up your mother’s mess. Be well little Arlecchino.” Then she leaves.

You lean back against the wall, and let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Then the sounds of footsteps, this time boot clad, catch your attention.

He’s dressed in his typical outfit. Black suit, cape, mask, and utility belt. He kneels down in front of you, and you give him a half hearted smile. “Hi Mr. Wayne.”

He smiles, “Y/N, I see you received a visit from Pamela.”

You nod, “I’m guessing that’s the green plant lady.”

He nods, and reaches forward, to remove the flower. “You’re at a crossroads.”

“This where you convince me it’s time to throw away my family’s legacy, and join the side of heros?”

“I’d be happy as long as you don’t go on a murderous rampage.”

You nod, “I can understand that. But if I do want to join …is that an option.”

“I’m not a nice teacher.”

“Never thought you were.”

He smiles, “Then maybe we can work out a deal.”

Growing Up Batty: Part 3

Prompt: really love your Damian Wayne series! I was wondering if you are willing to do another Damian series where he’s around 13 and Bruce forces Damian to go to school and he has to face what is it like being in middle school with the help of his brothers and he starts to develop feelings for the reader and they get really close and Damian tries to keep her safe and keep her from finding out that he is Robin??

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Part 1, Part 2


 For some reason you’ve always known when Damian enters a room. In the past year he had never been able to sneak up on you. You don’t really think much of it, until you go over to Wayne Manor for the first time.

          His brothers are weird to say the least. In the first two minutes you’re there they make several kissing jokes, in an effort to enrage him. Instead of responding you simply grab the collar of his shirt before he can lunge and pull him towards the stairs with a simple, “Show me your room doofus, we’re outnumbered.”

          He lets out what can only be considered a hiss before pulling free and stomping towards the stairs. He calms down after several minutes and starts focusing on the homework. After several moments you start to think that the rest of the night might actually go rather peacefully, then the door slams open and several of Damian’s brother’s tackle him.

          The remaining one, grabs your hand and leads you out the door and down the hallway. He pulls you into a separate room and lets you go. As he holds the door open you take a moment to survey the room. You’re in some sort of office or library, that’s made clear, especially by the man behind the desk. A rather irritated looking man who is staring at you. And then there’s the butler.

          Neither says a word until the rest of Damian’s brothers storm the room, and then shut and lock the door in his face. You simply take a seat and wait. You watch as the older men in the room demand an explanation. It’s something along the lines of “terrorizing the demon spawn, and brotherly bonding” you stop paying attention after that. Instead you choose a book from the wall, settle on the couch, and you wait.

          You’ve successfully been blocking out his brothers’ speculation on you for ten minutes, when you first sense him. You flip a page in your book before you allow your eyes to glance at the window. It takes everything you have not to smile. Damian is there clinging to the window, like a spider monkey, glaring at his family.

          When the window shatters you don’t jump or react like everyone else, you simply keep reading. You only stop when you feel eyes on you. You turn your head to meet Bruce Wayne’s gaze, the only other person who didn’t react, and as Damian chases his brothers out of the room, Bruce Wayne makes his way over to you. He sits next to you and asks, “Have you seen her lately?”

          You close the book, curious as to how he knows, “It’s been about a year. I think she’s in Arkham right now.”

          He nods, “So your aunt re-named you.”

          You smirk, “Lucy was rather obvious, I prefer Y/N, that’s what my birth certificate says now anyways. And my aunt is as good as my mother, she and my uncle have loved and raised me, along with my sisters.”

          “Does my son know?”

          “No one knows, which raises the question of how do you know?”

          He just smirks, “Maybe one day I’ll tell you.”

          You just cross your legs and ask, “Sooner or later?”

          His smirk widens, “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Growing Up Batty: Part 2

Prompt: really love your Damian Wayne series! I was wondering if you are willing to do another Damian series where he’s around 13 and Bruce forces Damian to go to school and he has to face what is it like being in middle school with the help of his brothers and he starts to develop feelings for the reader and they get really close and Damian tries to keep her safe and keep her from finding out that he is Robin??

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out. This particular chapter is dedicated to @maryry24

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“It’s about to expire.”

          You just roll your eyes; you don’t understand why Damian insists on coming shopping with your family. To be quite honest you wouldn’t be here if your mother didn’t mandate it. But in her eyes this was family time, and you suppose it isn’t all that bad. “It doesn’t really matter if we end up eating them tonight.”

          “Those ones will last longer.”

          “They’re also more expensive.”

          He just attempts to stare you down, attempt being the key word. You have four sisters, you aced staring contests a long time ago, when you had to fight for a drawer in the bathroom, for some of your stuff. Sure enough he looks away first, a scowl on his face. He isn’t used to losing, but you figure a little bit of humility might just help the Wayne heir.

          You smile as you load several clearance boxed items into your basket. You’re just about to drag him down the ice cream aisle when someone says, “Dami, is that you?”

          At the sound of the voice Damian stiffens, and pales slightly. You don’t even turn toward the approaching party, too entranced by your best friend’s reaction. You’ve never seen him like this.

          You hear the footsteps stop right beside you, and you watch as Damian turns towards three rather large men. They’re all grinning, and you have a feeling that Damian is in for just a tad bit more humility than you thought. One leans down slightly to throw his arm around Damian’s shoulder and says, “What a coincidence running into you baby bird, I didn’t know you like grocery stores.”

          Damian just scowls and says, “Remove your arm from my space, before I do it for you, Todd!”

          The man now labeled Todd just grins a bit more, and turns his attention to you. He extends his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Jason, these two lugs beside me are Dick, and Tim. We’re Dami’s older brothers and you are?”

          You choose not to shake his hand. There’s a power play going on, and you never take sides without knowing all the facts. You move your free hand to the handle on the basket, so that both hands are occupied and say, “I’m Y/N.”

          Jason retracts his hand and just grins, and you’re fairly certain that you hear the one introduced as Tim mutter something like “smart girl” under their breath. You give him a small smile in return, before turning your attention back to Damian.

          His face has turned red, and he’s gritting his teeth, and Jason’s arm is still wrapped around him. All signs point towards a very likely blow up, and all you can think about is that time he beat up those guys at school. You need to prevent that from happening again. After all, this is your mom’s favorite grocery store, and she’d be mad for days if she got some sort of lifetime ban.

          Without another thought you reach over, wrap you hand around Damian’s upper arm, and pull. He stumbles a bit, and you steady him in front of you. His face become a little less red, as the two of you hold eye contact for several moments, and then your hand sneaks out and pokes him in the side.

          Despite the fact that he’s fourteen, he has a lot of muscle. More than once you’ve moved to poke him, only to come back with a hurt finger and a trademarked Damian Wayne smirk. Then one marvelous day, you happened to hit this one little squishy part, and it was like the sun shone, and the birds sang. You’re not able to hit it often but when you do, it makes both of you smile.

          He grins a bit as he catches your hand on its way back, he holds it in the air for a minute and then his own hand, fast as lightning strikes you right in the side. You let out this little squeal, and start trying to pry your hand loose, all while swearing revenge. Damian just smiles and says, “I’d like to see you try.”

          You only calm down when you notice his brothers staring at you with shocked faces. You and Damian just kind of stare at them for a minute before you say, “I think we broke them.”

          Damian shrugs and says, “I’m okay with that, let’s go find your family and get out of here before they come to.”

          You smile as he leads you away by the hand, and can’t help but think that his brothers are a bit batty too. They are however good looking, which means, “It might be a good idea to keep them away from my sisters, the flirting would drive us both insane.”

          Damian just nods and says, “Agreed.”

          Damian goes home that night, and when you see him at school on Monday he looks like he’s just lost his best friend. And with you being his best friend, that’s not exactly a good thing. When you ask what’s he simply says, “My father wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow.”  You just sigh, your best friend is such a drama king.

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The Legend of Wonder Woman #1: Mythology done right

I’ve talked before about some of the problems with Wonder Woman’s New 52 origin — about how, contrary to what is often argued, the New 52 portrayal of the Amazons is not more mythically accurate compared to what came before, and in any case it’s utterly antithetical to the essence of the Wonder Woman story and character.

Now, with the release of The Legend of Wonder Woman #1, I get to talk about what it can look like when both these things are done right. Renae De Liz and Ray Dillon have created a story that both explicitly draws upon Greek mythology and Amazon legends, and incorporates them in a way that supports Wonder Woman’s long-established origin as a powerful and compassionate heroine from a loving, utopian society of women.

In this post, I’ll talk more in depth about the mythological references in the first issue and how they work to support Diana’s origin story.

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