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What does love feel like? by Elegitre
Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
18 Apr 2026
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The Cave hums, Gotham bleeds, and Dick hasn’t slept in four days.
Then Damian asks a question Dick doesn’t have the strength to lie about.What does love feel like?
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consider my age, please don’t take me at this stage by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters
Fandoms: Batman: Streets of Gotham (Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)
24 Dec 2022
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Damian Wayne stands in a room of dead children and tries to remember that he’s not one of them. Not right now, anyway.
(Coda to Streets of Gotham #7)
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- Part 7 of the cold and endless dark
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catch up with the sunrise by cherrystainedknuckles (princesscharmingx) for 2mad4plaid
Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Batgirl (Comics)
16 Aug 2025
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Steph, who had never known how to let a sleeping bear lie, said, “And you’re—”
“He’s not my kid,” Dick snapped. He twitched like he wanted to stand. “I just… I worry, yes. What am I supposed to do?”
“Nothing,” Steph said, soft. She pulled her knees up and laid her head on them. She regretted this conversation, suddenly. “Nothing else. It’s nice that you care.”
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or: steph & dick & damian rebornisms, during-and-post-patrol
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The first time Damian had endured solitary confinement, he’d been three years old. It was not, unfortunately, the last time his mother and grandfather had deemed that particular hell necessary for Damian to experience.
He prefers to believe that he has mastered the ability to undergo isolation.
That belief is challenged as soon as Grayson orders him to go to his room.
Or, Damian gets sent to his room after disobeying a direct order on patrol and it kind of, sort of, maybe triggers some anxiety and insecurities.
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When something alien crash-lands in Gotham, Batman is not concerned.
When Superman calls it a harbinger—a creature that feeds on grief—he is.
It’s alone. A juvenile, separated from its pack. It refuses every attempt at contact.
Red Hood fails. Red Robin lasts longer. Others have already tried.
Robin is sent last.
Inside the containment crater, Damian finds something that responds—not to authority, not to strategy, but to absence.
Harbingers do not hunt. They feed on what remains after loss.
Damian has never lacked for that.
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.“You’re afraid,” he said.
The harbinger’s lips peeled back in a soundless warning. Spines rose higher. The growl that followed was low enough that Damian felt it in his ribs.
He did not flinch.
“Yes,” Damian added, quietly. A reply to an unasked question. “So am I.”