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This was fun. I might continue this later. Idk I am really shaky on writing Damian and Jon I think. Anyways, enjoy! @korallion

“Why must I do this again?” Damian groaned as Jason prepared the warp pad. Dick and Tim were preparing their supplies.

“You are Batman now,” Dick explained, “You need to meet the league.”

“I know the league,” Damian stated bluntly.

“This isn’t dad’s Justice League,” Jason replied, “Stop bitching, Batman doesn’t complain.”

Tim laughed softly, “I guess he does now.”

“Silence, Drake,” Damian glared, “Father has a full description of every member of the league, pleasantries are unneeded.”

“Dami, please,” Dick said as he finished getting dress, “This is what Bruce wants.”

Damian scowled, “Fine, are we ready to go?”

“The pad is calibrated,” Jason informed them stepping back from the computer. He grabbed his helmet and secured it on his head.

“We’re ready,” Dick said. Tim nodded in agreement.

“It shouldn’t be a long meeting,” Tim noted, “Steph, Cass, Harper and Duke are on patrol.”

Damian sighed, “Very well, let us go.”

Dick smiled and slapped Damian on the back. This was the first time Damian was taking on the role of the Bat. It made sense, considering he was the youngest at 21. However, his older brothers still worried about the impact of the title on him. He wished they would stop babying him. He is an adult and unlike the others he had no outside family to hold him back. He just had his immediate family and his pets. Which was honestly fine by Damian, he didn’t see the point in having children or a significant other. That’s why he insisted on taking on his current role when his father had decided it was time to step down. He was best fit for the bat.

Damian watched as each of his brothers stepped onto the warp pad and vanished. Finally, it was Damian’s turn. He pushed back his shoulder and stood tall as he stepped through the portal. In seconds Damian reappeared on the landing pad aboard the Watchtower.  Dick, Jason, and Tim were waiting for him. He checked himself over quickly and nodded to the others. His brothers stepped aside and let him lead them to the meeting area.

“Welcome Batman, welcome Nightwing, Welcome Red Hood, Welcome Red Robin,” The doors greeted as they stepped through. Adam was grateful his title had been successfully updated.

“Welcome all, thank you for joining us,” Wonder Woman addressed the group, “I hope your travel was painless.”

“Thank you,” Dick smiled. He was the most personable out of them, so he usually took the lead in conversations.

“Of course,” She gestured for them to table, “Are introductions needed?”

“No, I am well aware of who everyone is,” Damian gruffed, “We should start the meeting.”

“Well, we are waiting on one more person,” Diana noted, “Superman ran into some aliens I am afraid.”

“I hope we aren’t waiting long then,” Damian scowled taking a seat at the front of the table.

“No, he is on his way now,” Diana replied. As if on cue there was the sound of the transportation pod and shortly after the door whooshed open.

“Welcome Superman,” The computer greeted.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Jon apologized, “Have you been waiting long.”

“No, we- “Dick started.

“Tardiness is sloppy,” Damian cut in.

Jon rose a brow, “I will tell the aliens I have plans next time.”

“TT,” Damian replied.

“Welcome Superman, we have a new member joining us today,” Diana explained, “Batman.”

Damian stood and moved to stand in front of Jon.

“Batman?” Jon said looking him over, “I thought you’d be taller.”

Damian glared under his cowl. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

“Superman?” Damian questioned, “For a man of steel, you seem to lack any muscle mass.”

Jon’s expression changed to one of annoyance. “I am plenty powerful.”

“Power is nothing without intelligence.” Damian replied swiftly.

“We should sit,” Dick interrupted, “Start the meeting.”

Damian glared but nodded taking his seat, “Let’s get this over with, Gotham needs me.”

Jon rolled his eyes. This guy almost made him regret accepting the Superman title. Almost.

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Don't forget that words have power, if you can't bear the consequences that come from them choose silence.

About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

I read somewhere that its common in Arab culture to refer to someone close to you as your organs, implying you can’t live without them. Like how in english someone would say “my heart” (qalbi), in Arabic someone would also use “my liver” (kabidi) “my lungs” (riati). Notably, “my blood” is “Dami” which is funny bc it’s Damian’s shortened nickname.

Damian’s brothers have been using the nickname for years with or without knowing. I propose that as Damian gets closer to them, and Tim in particular, he responds in kind.

He starts to refer to Tim as “tuhali.”

…it means “my spleen.”

(Edit: this has now been confirmed by several Arabic speakers! Except the pronunciation of Dami (as in my blood) and Dami (shortened) are different which is sad. But my spleen idea works! So I’m happy!)

I'm back to you sleepless readers, I'm looking for a Jaydick fic where Jason had a lipstick collection before he died. I'm afraid it's been deleted, if anyone has downloaded it could you help me? Or if you remember the title I could look it up on Archives?

say it louder for the people behind!

This is going to sound like dickriding, but I can't be the only Damijon shipper that doesn't have a vendetta against Nika.

The way some of y'all treat her, is utterly disgusting. Calling her names, being misogynistic towards her and hating her for fucking breathing, is generally weird. Maybe, it's cuz I'm not in this fandom long enough, but why do y'all genuinely hate her??? All she does is be a person that loves Damian.

Hating Nika isn't going to make Damijon less fanon. The girl did nothing, leave her the fuck alone. And I'm saying this, because I find it weird how mlm ships always treat the women love interests like shit. Fuck y'all, genuinely, just leave Nika's name out of y'all mouths.