clone damian

DC: You know what would be awesome in Batman Beyond?

Me: Damian Wayne having become a cool retired crimefighter as an adult and Terry being like “?????how???”

Me: Damian trolling the heck out of everyone by pretending he has no clue what’s going on? Taking that Wayne Obfuscating Stupidity to new and untold heights of sheer unbelievable trolling?

Me: Just Damian sitting there, sipping his tea, going “oh that’s my clone, don’t worry about him, I have dozens” like that’s perfectly normal, while Terry tries not to twitch and Bruce is just internally screaming?

Me: Damian letting his clones troll everyone, but dropping the act in a hot minute the second Bruce is Too Extra™???

DC: actually we were thinking more along the lines of making him the new demon’s head and evil and crazy after another fall out with his father but you know

Me: LALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY NEW HEADCANON, AKA DAMIAN AND HIS CLONES HAVING A GOOD LIFE WITH NICE THINGS AND TERRY HAVING THE WORST/BEST NEW UNCLES EVER WHO TROLL EVERYONE WHILE BRUCE SIGHS A LOT AND DICK TRIES TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE BUT THIS IS SOME A+ BATFAM TROLLING GOLD AND JASON IS RIGHT THERE WITH A CAMERA LIKE SURPRISE U GOT CAUGHT.

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind, and if you have the time, could you recommend some Damian Wayne centric fanfics?

Certainly, anon!

The Kid by kleine_aster: Always recc, Jason and Damian bonding and whump.

Unless You Want Me To by TheDelphian: First chapter is about Damian, chapter fic looking at how Jason tries to be a better big brother while Dick is ‘dead.’

Brothers by theLiterator: Dami and Tim angsty bro-piece. 

In A Parallel Life by Firestar385: Will always recc because this is the Best Batfam Fic Ever, and has great character development for literally everyone, Dami included. 

Eye for an Eye by LuerdeLaube: Jason realizes exactly how adorable Damian is. The Best. 

damian clone triplets!!! by drakefeathers: Angsty au. 

The Long Road Ahead by pupeez4eva: AU, will (hopefully) be updated soon (please please please please.)

Forever Today, Never Tomorrow by whore4batfam (IdentityConstellations): Amazing, good, pure, angsty. 

Found Not Lost by audreycritter: Dami and Tim post Tim’s ‘death,’ The Best.

And, on an egotistical note, Hate is such an ancient game, Dying from the exit wounds, For you I’ll always take the bullet, We want what little love we hold, and Better brother, better son, are all my fics that feature Damian in a large role. 

Hope this was helpful! Enjoy! :)

Damian Wayne is conflicted, which doesn’t happen very often. What should he do?
I am an assassin, he reminds himself. A very mature, serious assassin who should behave accordingly. But then he peeks through the door again, and really, it would be a shame to waste this opportunity.
Drake is asleep in one of Father’s armchairs. He looks like he dozed off halfway through a yawn— he’s sideways with his head on one armrest and his legs on the other. One knee up, one draped across. His hand is resting in a mound of papers strewn across the floor.
“Come on,” Todd whispers. “You know you want to.”
Okay, screw it. He’s not that mature.
Anyway, people are always telling him to act his age. Damian slips inside the door and approaches Drake on tiptoe, stopping in front of him. Todd gives him a thumbs up from the hallway— he’s got his phone out, ready to record. Here goes.
Damian nudges Drake’s leg off the armrest and ducks behind the chair.
You would think that would wake him up, but it doesn’t. Drake’s hanging half-off his seat, but he’s still asleep. He mutters something about clones.
Damian glances back at Todd, who shrugs and motions him forward. Okay, round two.
He stands up carefully, shoves Drake’s remaining knee towards the edge, and sprints for the door.
Drake topples out of his chair with a thump. “What the—?” He blinks confusedly at the carpet, squinting at it like it just betrayed his trust. He doesn’t see his brothers peering around the doorframe, or Todd’s phone, which he left propped against the wall.
Drake just scrapes his papers into a pillow and curls up on the floor. Ten seconds later, he’s asleep again, napping in his pile of case notes.


For safety-dancer (hello again!) who requested sleeping Tim

Reducing Territorial Aggression

Summary: Damian’s a possessive snot.  It shouldn’t be cute, but it kinda is.  Tim tries to train it out of him though.  Part three of the Courtship AU.  Parts 1 and 2 come before. 


It’s all Tim’s fault.

He gets that.  He should have predicted this sort of outcome. It’s a personal failure for him as a tactician and mission leader. 

“I’m so sorry, Kon.” He says to Kon who just gives his little accepting smile that squeezes Tim tight. No wait.  That’s just Damian’s arm around his waist. 

“It’s okay, Tim. Really.” 

“No, it’s not.  I got distracted and forgot our plans like a jerk.” He grips the doorframe to pull himself forward a precious inch.  “Let me make it up to you, if you want we can go out now for pizza or something.”

“That is very unlikely, Timothy.” The inch Tim so rightfully earned shrinks into a centimeter as Damian tugs him back.  The brat is only fifteen, “Sixteen next month Habibi,” but the height distance between them has reversed quickly.  Already Damian can rest his chin comfortably on Tim’s shoulder, and does so now just to stick out his tongue to the Super outside. 

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