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Garage Band Runaways by zecho_100
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Robin: Son of Batman (Comics), Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic), DCU, DCU (Comics)
18 Mar 2026
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Damian Wayne was raised to lead, not to blend in.
At seventeen, high school feels like a punishment he never trained for. He doesn’t fit in with his classmates, doesn’t care about popularity, and definitely doesn’t know how to handle teachers who think he’s just another difficult teenager. Every day feels exhausting. Every room feels wrong.
Then he hears a garage band practicing in the music lab.
Loud guitar. Crashing drums. Messy, early-2000s punk rock.
The band is made up of four teens who don’t quite fit either, a passionate lead guitarist, a fierce drummer, a scruffy bassist, and a keyboardist who refuses to apologize for being different. They all have their own problems, their own baggage, their own reasons for wanting something more.
For the first time since starting school, Damian doesn’t feel completely alone.
And when staying starts to feel impossible, the idea of leaving together doesn’t seem so reckless.
It feels like freedom.
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Damian joins a garage band that ends up being the closest thing to belonging he's ever had.
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Goodbye, papa, please pray for me. I was the black sheep of the family. by snowpawsreggie
Fandoms: DCeased (DC Comics)
04 Mar 2026
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The mention of "All ghul" is destroyed while everyone else was satisfied and happy with it; one person didn't know what to feel. Damian Wayne grew up here, cried here, was disciplined here, but even when he felt bad, he felt relieved and even free. But he didn't know that this would change his whole life.
We discover that Damian was killed as a child and placed in the Lazarus Pit, and this ended up changing him inside. Now, with the entire All Ghibli legacy destroyed, Damian realizes that perhaps he doesn't belong in the world of superheroes.
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It’s been ten years since Damian’s family disappeared. He had a rough start, but he’s finally getting back to normal and starting a new life. He’s found happiness again.
What happens when his family suddenly shows up again looking exactly as they did when they left, flipping his whole life upside down again. No one’s sure how to adjust to this situation. Can they fix this mistake? Is there even anything to fix anymore?
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but after sunlit days (one thing stays the same) by TheGnat
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU
11 Mar 2026
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He grit his teeth and made no movement as his arms were struck again and again.
He lost count after twelve strikes, keeping his focus instead on not betraying his emotions or the pain he felt.
When it was over, Mother walked over to him and held his face in her hands. She smelled of that familiar scent of cinnamon and jade.
“I love you, My Alexander. Never forget that. You know I must do this to keep your grandfather from inflicting a greater punishment. Keep your head up, and I shall see you again. I trust that next time I visit, none of this shall be needed.”
“Yes, Mother.”
And with a breeze, she was gone.
Damian wasn’t foolish. He knew his mother had an ulterior motive for him being a part of the Wayne family. He still hoped that he would become close enough with them that they could help him stand up to her.
But he knows deep down that will never happen.
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What if after Jon kills her, Daenerys ended up in the past?
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Daemon froze. For a heartbeat, he thought it must be a trick of the torchlight.
But the hair spilling down the girl’s back was silver.
Not pale gold. Not the washed-out blond of Lys.
Silver.
Bright as moonlight.
Slowly, the girl lifted her head. Her eyes were pale violet, the color of lilacs in spring, and filled with naked terror. She wore only a thin, translucent shift that clung to her narrow frame. In the wavering torchlight, Daemon could see the bruises plainly: dark finger-shaped marks along her arms, mottled purple shadows down her legs, and even beneath the thin cloth where it stretched across the fragile cage of her ribs.
Too small.
Seven hells, she could hardly be older than five summers.
Something ancient stirred in Daemon’s chest. A strange tightening beneath his ribs, sharp and certain all at once.
Like calls to like.
Blood to blood.
A dragon knows its own.