- Damian is half Middle Eastern/Arab?? I feel like a vast majority of the fandom (specifically the ◻️ population ) chooses to forget this and write it out of headcanons and fanfics not to mention the white washing…
- Middle Eastern culture specifically the food is something I know Damian holds on to dearly (which is canon) and I think he introduces his brothers and sisters/ others to it.
- Same goes w Dick, who basically had his whole ethnic cultural background erased he’s ethnically half Romani and I think that should be talked about more. And if u know anything about history you know why it’s problematic to erase this part of his character
- Cass and Duke as well for extremely obvious reason
- I just think it’s incredibly important to recognize the cultural differences of the POC and marginalized groups in the DC universe because let’s be honest if it weren’t for them would people still be that interested in a white man part of the 1% running around “fighting crime”
- Damian, Duke, and Cass calling Bruce a colonizer is honestly the funniest thing to me
I’ve said a lot of this stuff before but I think some people ( *cough* ◻️ Americans) still need to be reminded of it frequently.
EDIT: these are not things I’m going to debate ESPECIALLY with nonPOC. You have some nasty racist shit to say? You’re getting blocked.
EDIT TO EDIT 2(wow): @hillshollow explained that the dc creators did make Bruce ethnically Jewish (don’t get on me I know that he is not practicing but that doesn’t erase his ethnic identity)!! So everything I said down below involving antisemitism applies to him and his mother.
Some other DC characters that are firmly canonly Jewish: Both Hal Jordan and Harley Quinn are Jewish and there is intentional erasure of their cultural/religious identities as well throughout the DC fandom and comics which if u didn’t know is absolutely anti-semitism.
- throws sweaty towels in Tim and Damian’s face after working out
- taking Tim and Duke to Wendy’s at 3am
- walks into Damian’s room without knocking and just makes himself at home
-turns off Tim’s iPad while he’s doing something
- the cool older brother lectures that Dick can’t pull off.
- “if I ever catch any of you smoking I’m going tie you to the back of the bat plane and take off. Now get in the car we’re getting milkshakes”
- body slams his younger brothers. Which seems like innocent fun but remember hes like 200 lbs of muscle so it always gets him yelled at by Alfred, Bruce and Dick
- crashes Tim’s dates
- set up a double date FOR Tim and Kon and Damian and Jon
- Damian went screaming and crying to Bruce that Jason was interfering in his personal life
- sometimes Tim won’t leave Bruce alone. Like he’ll just barge into wherever he is. Interrupt whatever he’s doing. Bruce loves spending quality time with his son. But said quality times needs to be a scheduled appointment. I do that to my mom so I’m sure one of them does that to Bruce.
- Dick and Jay wrestling and Bruce hitting them with a newspaper
- y’all know the circle game from like fucking 2003. I feel like that would go horribly wrong in the Wayne household
- Bruce recognizes that if Jason is EVER giggling, he needs to leave the premise immediately for his own safety.
- The looks that Steph and Barbra give eachother when they have to witness the boys do literally anything
- Bruce snores like a dad when he sleeps in his arm chair
- Duke has been kidnapped by his brothers. Like they thought it would be funny to kidnap him. They all got their asses kicked and Duke went crying to Alfred. Alfred was not pleased.
- Jason finds the ugliest ties and he always gives the to Bruce. Bruce treasures them
- whenever one of the kids calls Bruce “dad” he literally can not say no. That’s how Jason got his credit card information and Damian got the keys to the Porsche
- once a year Jason gets an angry phone call from Bruce demanding he return the Batmobile tires.
- Cass absolutely knows how to cry on command. And she uses it to her advantage. (Extra ice cream)
- Jason, Tim and Duke are banned from every 7/11 in the country
tim, freeing himself from the ropes tied around him because it’s been twenty minutes and jason is still chatting with their kidnappers instead of rescuing them: no, i mean i’m gonna kill him and it will be justified
Bruce, reading from a paper: Due to elevating cursing from the other heroes that we believe is coming from batfamily, we now are changing the way things are phrased.
Bruce, to Jason: “Ask me if I give a fuck” will be now “Of course I’m concerned.”
Jason:
Bruce, to Tim: “Who gives a shit?” is now “I wasn’t involved in that.”
Tim:*nods*
Bruce, to Stephanie: “Kiss my ass” is now “I don’t think you understand.”
Stephanie:Okay.
Bruce, to Dick: “Suck my dick” is now “Have a nice day.”
Dick:
Bruce, to Damian: And finally “Who the hell died and made you boss?” is now “You want me to take care of this?”
Damian: Yes, Father.
Duke: Bruce, you want me to write a reply email from you about this?
Bruce: Yes, please reply: “To the Justice League, of course I’m concerned. You want me to take care of this? While I wasn’t involved in that, I feel you should reverse these changes as I don’t think you understand. Have a nice day.”
Bruce, reading from a paper: Due to elevating cursing from the other heroes that we believe is coming from batfamily, we now are changing the way things are phrased.
Bruce, to Jason: “Ask me if I give a fuck” will be now “Of course I’m concerned.”
Jason:
Bruce, to Tim: “Who gives a shit?” is now “I wasn’t involved in that.”
Tim:*nods*
Bruce, to Stephanie: “Kiss my ass” is now “I don’t think you understand.”
Stephanie:Okay.
Bruce, to Dick: “Suck my dick” is now “Have a nice day.”
Dick:
Bruce, to Damian: and finally “Who the hell died and made you boss?” is now “You want me to take care of this?”
Damian: Yes, Father.
Duke: Bruce, you want me to write a reply email from you about this?
Bruce: Yes, please reply: “To the Justice League, of course I’m concerned. You want me to take care of this? While I wasn’t involved in that, I feel you should reverse these changes as I don’t think you understand. Have a nice day.”
Summery: Damian might be the tiniest bit insecure and maybe just a little jealous too.
or, in which Tim’s half brother and Dana Winters’s son is discovered in Bludhaven and Damian feels his place as Tim’s only little brother being threatened.
Damian was not jealous. Damian Wayne, son of Batman, the heir to Wayne Enterprise, the greatest of Robins and the hero of Gotham was not jealous of the sniveling pathetic child currently busy clinging to Drake’s leg.
He was not.
No matter what Jon teasingly implied. No matter how much the thought of Drake referring to this intruder as family made his hands twitch towards the hidden blade in his sleeve, Damian was not jealous and it was preposterous that he’d even contemplated the idea in the first place.
No, Jon was just getting into his head and it would be wise to ignore his buffoon of a friend and focus on the real issue at hand. Namely this intruder who’d been let into his home, his household on the flimsy reason that he shared blood with Drake. As if Drake’s commoner blood in any way should grant such favours.
Gripping the banister tight enough to make his knuckles creak, Damian gritted his teeth.
Warren Winters, son of Dana Winters and half brother of one Timothy Jackson Drake.
He’d been discovered by fluke of unfortunate (to Damian) circumstance at a Bludhaven orphanage by Richard, as his older brother was investigating a break in into said orphanage and found the child during his digging into the files of the occupants of the shabby little home.
Who even broke into an orphanage? For what gain? To saddle Damian with the misfortune of sharing a home; even if temporary, with Drake’s sniveling half-brother?
Briefly Damian took the time to wish the Rainy-Sunset orphanage’s criminal nothing but twice the misfortune they’d bestowed upon Damian himself.
“Dami,” Richard suddenly called out, having turned around and spotted him atop the stairs. “Come say hi! Timmy brought his baby brother over to see us, isn’t that exciting!”
Damian didn’t know why the phrase ‘baby brother’ made him flinch, but he violently suppressed any other outward revealing glimmer into what he actually thought of the intruder and instead chose to give Drake a stiff nod, from where other stood by the entrance to the hall; two suitcases in hand, and another similar nod to Richard before he turned his back to them. “I am busy,” he said loudly, voice firm as steel and polite as the most refined of elites. “But I wish Drake’s companion the best of welcomes to our home.” And with that he hastened away; making sure not to rush his steps but doing his best to put as much distance between himself and the unwelcomed brat as quickly as possible; ignoring Richard’s surprised callbacks.
When he reached his room, he slammed the door shut behind him and threw himself atop of his covers, blindingly reaching for his phone by the bedside as his face was currently buried in his pillow. Jon picked up after the second ring.
“Have you met him yet?”
Damian growled low into the pillow. “Can we not talk about him,” he muttered.
“If you didn’t want to talk or complain about him you wouldn’t have called me,” Jon cheerfully retorted. “Now tell me, did you meet him? How was he? Is he as stoic as Tim or is he more like his mom…. Um, however she was.”
“I don’t know,” Damian snapped. “I didn’t talk to him. He was clinging to Drake and crying like an oversensitive brat so I chose to walk away before I ended up strangling him.”
“Wo,” Jon’s voice came over the phone. “You really are jealous.
“I’m not,” Damian hissed, rolling onto his side and glaring at the phone for good measure. “Stop prattling nonsense.”
“Dude,” Jon said, “If you weren’t jealous of Tim’s new baby bro you wouldn’t be whining about him so much. Like you hate him, a lot, that isn’t normal unless you have personal feelings invested into this little fella.”
“You know very well how capable I am of hating those inferior to me.”
“Not like this.”
“Jon,” Damian said, voice dripping with warning. “Drop it.”
There was a pause and then a sigh. “Fine,” his friend muttered. “I will.”
“Good.”
A pause, then, “Wanna come visit this weekend?”
Damian closed his eyes for a second, relaxing into his bed and allowing himself a moment to just breathe. “You cannot trick me into attending your classmate’s birthday Jon. I remember that it is this weekend.”
“Seriously?” Came Jon’s surprised tone. “I told you about it weeks ago, how do you even remember? Actually,” he cut himself off before Damian could reward him with a snarky comeback. “I don’t even care. Just come visit. We don’t have to go to Emelie’s birthday. We could just hang out at home.”
Damian hummed softly. It would be nice to get away from everything for a while and surely Richard couldn’t fault him for visiting a friend.
“Will the clone be there?” He finally asked.
“The clone has a name,” Jon answered back lightly but Damian having known him for years could instantly detect the frost behind his tone. Jon had apparently grown rather protective off the clone over the years and did not appreciate the way Damian often addressed him.
“Will Kon-El be there,” Damian allowed himself to concede, just this once and from the way Jon’s voice lifted up in appreciation, perhaps it was a point worth conceding.
“No,” Jon said. “He’ll be covering Tim’s shift at the Tower so he won’t be around so you have no excuse to skip out on me man.”
“Very well,” Damian said, not really having planned to argue against Jon today; especially if a trip to the Kent farm meant getting away from Wayne manor. “I will come. I only need to communicate my plans to Richard and I will see you the day after tomorrow.”
There was a significant silence that fell over them then, Jon clearly mulling over something and yet being unwilling to share his thoughts with Damian. The youngest Wayne gave him the time to compose his thoughts but when nearly three minutes had passed in utter silence, he coughed loudly and glared at his phone as if Jon could see him through it. “What is it?”
It was obvious the sudden interruption had startled Jon for there was a clatter and a yelp, some rustling and then Jon was back on the phone. “Sorry,” he breathed. “You caught me a little of guard there.”
“I realized,” Damian scoffed, crossing his arms behind his head and staring daggers at the ceiling. “What has your mind so occupied?”
Jon was quiet for a bit and Damian had started to contemplate interrupting his thoughts again when his friend finally spoke up. “Maybe you should stay and bond with the kid? I don’t want to take you away from—”
“Are you kidding me,” Damian snapped, sitting up quickly and reaching for his phone. “You suggested this trip and now you’re backing out because you’re feeling guilty that you’re helping me avoid the bratling?”
“I know, I know,” his best friend whined over the phone. “I just don’t want to get in the way of your family. Like what if the kid stays—”
“Absolutely not.”
“I don’t mean with the Wayne family. But if Tim—”
“No,” Damian snapped; voice much louder than he’d expected. “Drake will not foster that child!”
“Dems, come on man, be reasonable. The kid is his only family left of course he might want to take him in.”
“Drake does not require extra family,” Damian said, fingers tightening around the phone. “He has us. Besides,” he added, forcing his voice to even out despite being aware how much Jon already knew this entire situation bothered him. “Drake is only 20 years of age. He cannot possibly raise a child. No, it is best the child is given to a family that can take care of him, far away from Gotham.”
A long pause, then-
“Dude,” Jon said. “Jealousy does not look good on you.”
