Post-corruption

Deckard: Luke and I are no longer friends

Luke: Deck, that is the worst way to tell people we’re dating

Hello Omni! Happy Friday! I gotta prompt: Roman asks Owen what was going through his mind when he did a Thing™️ and is left even more baffled by his boyfriend’s thought process than before!

Hello friend! Happy Friday!

I can absolutely see this happening so many times in their relationship! And between Owen and his siblings!

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Roman sat across from Owen, both sitting at the dining room table. He had his head in his hands and sighed loudly. He could hear Owen fidget across from him, but he didn't dare say a word

Mostly because he knew he was in trouble with Roman

After a few more long minutes of silence, Roman finally lifted his head and looked at his boyfriend. Who looked back nervously, but tried to hide behind a mask of nonchalance

"Owen." Roman said levelly

"Yes, love?"

Roman narrowed his eyes

"Why is there a bear sitting in my living room?"

Owen sent him a nervous smile

"Well, it's simple really."

"Really? Explain it to me then."

Owen glanced away and bit his lip. This was one of the only times Roman has seen Owen act like this. Any other time, Owen would be cocky and have no regrets

"Well, you know I love animals, so I had decided to go out to the local dog park. There's was a really nice chap who had a few large dogs. We started talking and apparently he works for an animal rehabilitation facility."

Roman nodded along to the story so far

"He invited me to visit a few of the animals, saying that the wolves were friendly. I wanted to meet them, and when we did, I saw they were well taken care of. They adored me."

Owen said this last part with pride, and Roman raised an eyebrow

"The man was called away for something, so I got bored and wondered around the place. That's when I fell upon Stu. He was abandoned by his mother and was being bottle fed by one of the workers."

Roman narrowed his eyes

"He was just too adorable to let him stay there, Ro! I remember that my cousin knew someone who owns a bear rehabilitation center in Russia. So, I decided Stu would enjoy being there much better."

Roman stared

"You'd think it'd be hard to steal a bear cub, but it was quite easy. Stu cuddled into my chest with ease and I was able to sneak him out."

"And thought my penthouse would be a great place to keep him." Roman said dryly

"Well, of course." Owen frowned. "Nobody would question why we're having formula or fish brought here. And this would be the last place they'll look."

Roman sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face

"Did you think about how I would react, Oh?"

"You love animals!"

"Not wild ones!"

Owen pouted at him

"Stu is well trained and loves to cuddle, he wouldn't hurt a fly."

"He's a wild animal that has specific needs, Owen! He can't be cooped up in a penthouse."

"It'll only be for a short while before my cousin can send him to his friend."

"Who we don't even know is any good at taking care of bears!" Roman snapped and saw Owen tense. Sighing, Roman shook his head. "You need to take him back."

"But-!"

"Owen!" Roman raised his voice. "He was doing quite fine at that facility! You just wanted to steal something!"

Owen glared harshly at him

Roman didn't say anything else as Owen stood up roughly and stormed out of the room

Head in his hands again, Roman could hear Owen playing with the bear cub in his living room

Why the hell did he get with a Shaw?

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I hope you enjoyed friend!

How dare this fandom not have a fanfiction written about this very specific and complex idea that only I have thought of and never asked anyone to write about.

So one of the most common problems people have with DC is that they won’t let their characters stay dead, it makes something that’s supposed to be a big thing that will permanently change other characters and the world around them feel like a pointless footnote. The obvious solution is to let them stay dead, however I would like to offer another option that is specifically geared toward the Robins.

They die but they don’t stay dead, it happens over and over again, their loved ones are stuck watching them suffer and die again and again only to come back and have the cycle repeat. No matter what they do death always finds them.

They lose sight of what life actually means because their own seems to mean nothing, they start struggling to understand things that use to make so much sense, like why people fight so hard to survive or why death scares so many, because they know they’ll never get to actually be dead.

The public starts to view them as demons or gods or something, because they’ve seen Redhood be stabbed through the heart, they’ve seen Nightwing fall and break himself on the concrete, they’ve seen Signal overload his powers and burn from the inside out, they’ve seen Red Robin’s head be crushed by block of stone, they’ve seen Robin choke and spit up blood before falling still because he was dosed with poison, they’ve seen Batgirls throat be slit, they’ve seen the birds die in dozens of horrific ways and they’ve seen the affect it has on the bats, but the birds come back, again and again, but every time they come back they look sadder, like less came back.

The birds don’t view themselves as the gods the public does, they view themselves as servants, servants of Gotham, of the people, of justice and vengeance, they can only pray that when their job is done they will be able to rest.

they're saving my life

Okay let me add my five cents to the Zaunite au, where Viktor didn’t make it to the academy and remained in Zaun.

He was trying to invent on his own, but he desperately needed money for his research. And that’s when Silco appeared…

There is something that really intrigues me about Damian Wayne's year by year development. Because every year, he's different from the last. Personality wise, his behaviour and his perspective of life changes irratically.

First there is his 10 year old self. Damian is very proud and arrogant. He doesn't care for any of his siblings or family one bit. Not even Bruce. What he cares about is Batman's mantle. He prides himself on being the son of The Dark Knight and Talia al Ghul. And that's why he wants his father to see his potential, and deem him worthy. He is cold and dismissive. He also doesn't understand emotions really well. Nor does he care for others'. He is unlikable and people tend to steer away from him. Damian Wayne doesn't get bothered by it. He hates stupid people anyways. It doesn't bother him. It doesn't. He is ignorant.

Then there is his 11 year old self. A few months after coming back from the dead. Yet he's still scarred, physically and emotionally. His mother's betrayal simmers inside his heart, throbbing. It's a new feeling for him, hurt. But he tries his best to ignore this feeling. He isn't very succesful. He has spent almost a year with Dick Grayson as his Batman, and took acting classes. He's better at showing his emotions, now. He has pets and he finds himself caring very deeply for them. Although he's still trying to adapt to his father's Batman. Damian feels... dissapointed. Bruce is very different from Dick and it shows clearly. He is anxious.

Damian is 12 years old now, and he has managed to create deep bonds with his family (some of them). He also has new friends now; Colin, Maya and Suren. He learned to have fun and find hobbies for himself. He is still distant with his mother. But he finds that best for himself and others around him. The hurt slowly dissolving, yet still there. He still fights with people and tend to keep away from them. At his last months of 12 years old, Damian gains a best friend. Jonathan Kent. He finds Jon to be a bit much but still enjoys his company deeply. It's weirdly endearing to be his friend. Life is going better than he ever expected. He is, for the first time in his life, happy.

On Damian's 13th birthday, only Alfred remembers. He bakes him a silly colorful cake and makes him wear a stupid party hat. He loves it. He thought he'd be sad or angry when his father, inevitably, forgots about it. He isn't. With each passing year he finds himself getting closer and closer to the old man. Damian finds him comforting. Alfred is always there no matter what. A constant in his life and although he'd never say it out loud, he thinks of Alfred Pennyworth a father figure. Jon and him now go by Supersons. A silly name that makes him smile just a little whenever he thinks about it. He now knows what love is. He loves Alfred Pennyworth, he loves Jonathan Kent, he loves Dick Grayson, he loves Stephanie Brown and he loves Maya Ducard. He sees them as not a family, but a part of himself. People actually start treating him well and seek out for him. It doesn't last long though. Alfred dies, and his family breaks apart. His father blames him, and so he leaves the manor. He now lives in a safehouse, and goes after criminals. He doesn't know what to do from now on, so he waits for the right moment. He is devastated.

A few weeks before his 14th birthday, Damian Wayne leaves Gotham. He no longer wishes to live in this hellhole that harbors the best years of his life. He seeks out his mother in an attempt to reconnect with her and finds more than what he asked for. He doesn't tell anyone of the hallucinations. No one. He is dead. It isn't real. Not anymore. His mother sends him to an island full of people like him. Murderers, psychopaths and assassins. He meets an unexpected old face. And surprisingly, he makes friends. After dying yet again, he finds himself drawn to it. The moment when Flatline ripped his heart out of his chest, he felt terrified. Not of death, but of Hell. That doesn't happen though. He doesn't go to Hell. He doesn't go to anywhere really. The death itself didn't even hurt. He feels... lighter. It might sound sick, but Damian feels better after coming back. Almost like a punishment of his past sins. It cleanses him inside out and he seeks for another. A few days later Hawke breaks his neck and kills him. Again. And Damian finds it hilarious, since it was the same way that Alfred had died. He doesn't care for the death. He finds himself not hurting anymore. Not scared. He makes even more friends. They have so much in common with him... Damian Wayne feels death, and finds it freeing.

De Aged Fic Part 8

Part 7

About two months ago, Deckard had gotten a call from Madam M, telling him Owen had been up to something. He had finally succeeded in getting one of M's girls to join his crew and M wasn't happy about it at all

She had already hated Owen's guts before this, so it didn't shock Deckard that the only reason Owen was even alive at the moment was because M didn't want Deckard killing her

However, he took her warning and was trying to keep at least close to where Owen was. Just in case the little bastard's plan did go tits up

Now, lounging in one of his mother's luxury suites, Deckard received another phone call. He had been expecting it to be someone telling him Owen was either hurt, or Owen himself crowing about a job well done

But, instead, it was a voice he hadn't heard in years

"Deck?"

He had gone stiff as a board, fingers almost losing the grip on his phone. It had taken him only a moment to recover, but to him it felt like an eternity

"Hatts?" Deckard choked out. But before she could respond, new panic swept through him. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you in trouble?"

He knew he shouldn't be asking her, especially after how clear she had made it that she didn't want any contact from him

"I'm fine." She said softly. "But it's Owen..."

His worse fears seemed to be coming true as Hattie sighed deeply

"He's... well, he's not like he is normally."

"What do you mean?" Deckard was perplexed

"I'm not sure how to describe it. I think it'd be better if you talked to him."

"All right."

After a few moments, Deckard could hear two voices faintly before:

"Deck!"

Flinching away from his phone, Deckard hadn't been expecting a young child's voice to practically scream in his ear

"Deck, are you big too? Hatts is really, really tall! Am I going to be tall? That's what she said, but I don't believe her, she lied about my toy yesterday, after all. Where are you? Can you come make me something to eat?"

Blinking rapidly, Deckard didn't know how to respond. If he wasn't mistaken, that sounded just like Owen when he was little. But that couldn't be possible

"Oh, give me the phone." Hattie's voice was faint

"No! I wanna talk to Deck! You got your turn!"

"Owen! Give me the bloody phone!"

"No!"

"Oh," Deckard called out softly. "Let me talk to Hatts, ok? We need to talk so I can come see you?"

"Fine." Owen mumbled, and Deckard could only imagine the pout on the boy's face

"Little brat!" Hattie hissed into the phone. "I don't remember him being this horrible!"

"Mostly because you weren't the one dealing with it." Deckard said lightly

"I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"No," Deckard smiled. "You were worse sometimes."

"I was not!"

"If you say so." He chuckled, but quickly sobered. "So, this is really happening?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I don't know how, but it is. He called me earlier and I found him at home. Says he was picked up by some people, most likely cops, but got away."

Deckard nodded and thought for a second

"Why did you call me?" He asked gently

"Because I've already had to deal with him for a few hours, and I'm sick of him." She huffed

"And I dealt with him for all of his life. Your point?" He drawled

"I can't take care of a kid, Deck. Let alone Owen."

"Are you sure you want me there?"

The question hung between them for a minute, and Deckard could feel the tension building inside him. He desperately wanted to see him little brother and sister

"If you can help me figure out how to change him back."

Ignoring the relief flooding through him, Deckard started to plan

"I can be there in about an hour. Does he need anything? Clothes, food, entertainment?"

"Sleeping pills."

"We're not drugging our brother, Hatts."

"Fine. You get him to sleep then."

With that, Hattie hung up. Good thing Deckard knew where she lived

Luke, to Deckard: Tell her.

Deckard, to Sam: I apologize for saying “fuck” earlier.

Sam: You just said it again.

Deckard: I am not a role model.

Sam: Obviously.