Can I Order An Older!batman!damian X Reader They Have A Lot Of Children (biologically) And His Family

can i order an older!batman!damian x reader they have a lot of children (biologically) and his family and friends does not know, i wanna know their reactions

yes your price is 1 order of creepcast merch for me since there’s 3 days left and i haven’t been able to get my grubby hands on it

YOU HAVE KIDS?

pairings — older!damian wayne — al ghul x fem!reader (could also be read as just reader since i never really use she/her much)

warnings — idk actually, pretty generic names for the kids but obviously you can imagine a different name if you want to (i just don’t like using d/n ykwim) (plus i only use them once)

summary — literally just the request but only with the batboys, batgirls, and bruce!!

notes — i hope this is good 😟

━━━━━━━ TO BE FAIR, YOU should’ve told them sooner. well, Damian should’ve, they were his family. but, you’d never forced him too, since your account on instagram wasn’t followed by any of them.

“are you sure you want to do this?” you rubbed your hands along his shoulders, gently. you were due at the Wayne manor in a little for a small lunch, you’d never been one to force Damian into seeing them, since you understood, but you were surprised when he planned on going.

“yeah, i’ll have to do it sooner or later.” he grabbed your hand and peppered kissing along your knuckles.

“mom can i bring my doll?” your youngest daughter, just turning five with no front teeth, walked out of the hall opening holding her old doll passed down from you. smiling, you nodded.

“you gonna remember to bring it home, baby?” you stepped forwards, rubbing your hands through her messy head of black hair. she’d inherited more from her father.

“mhm!” she smiled, turning back to her room with a grin.

“can’t we have more?” Damian wrapped his arms around you, his head leaning snug against your shoulder. you put your hands over his, a soft laugh leaving you.

“not for a little bit, Dame.” you turned around with a grin, gently kissing him. you shared the small intimate moment without hesitation, bonded as one soul in the moment.

“mom! are we going yet?” your oldest, now eleven, walked down the hall. you turned to her, then to your husband, who nodded. your oldest daughter saw it, and walked over to put her shoes on.

getting your other three — your youngest and the middle boys (twins) — and helping them with their shoes, you were all off. the ride was peaceful, your kids finding themselves distracted with either the outside world or the toys you let them bring along.

“have you told any of them?” you had been holding Damian’s hand over the center console, your thumb in a constant soothing motion over his knuckles and the curve of his thumb.

“no, only Alfred. he’s the only one who needed to immediately know. besides, i told him first anyways.” Damian sighed.

“that’s fine, baby. i told you, you never had to.” you brought his hand closer to your mouth, gently kissing it. Damian smiled at you before the rest of the car ride was passed with ease.

Damian, getting out and opening your door, then began to help your youngest get out of the car. you helped the twins out, made sure they had the toys they wanted, and had them follow Damian to the front door.

on the way, your draped your arm over your oldest daughters shoulders, tugging her into you. she basically melted into you, her arm going around you in return.

Alfred opened the door, a wide smile crossing his face. “master Damian!” he was overjoyed, “lovely to see you.” he hugged the man before following up with greeting you and your kids the same way.

he led the six of you upstairs to where everyone else was.

if you could’ve had a camera, you would’ve taken a picture of the moment. their faces were covered in pure shock, staring at your kids. your hand squeezed Damian’s, which you had found yourself holding.

“well, if this isn’t news i don’t know what is.” Dick broke the silence first, stepping forwards and embracing Damian. respectfully, he shook your hand.

“these are our kids, Elliot and Titus,” he gestured to the twins, both holding their action figures and playing around with them — they were Red Hood and Nightwing action figures.

“our oldest, Lorelei,” he gestured to her, “and youngest Regan.” they looked like the two of you. your youngest had all of Damian’s features, and your oldest might as well have been your carbon copy.

the twins looked like a mixture, and you could see everything processing in their minds.

“why don’t you four come with me?” Alfred stepped forwards when he noticed the slight tension in the air.

your kids didn’t argue, following him out to the garden.

“how come we never knew?” Bruce, getting older and older each day, stepped forwards.

“because it was our mutual agreement. i told Damian he didn’t have to tell anyone he didn’t want to.” you defended you and your husbands decision instantly.

“doesn’t matter,” Dick stepped up now, “we know now!” he was grinning.

“did you really buy your kids Nightwing and Red Hood action figures?” Jason was grinning when he spoke up.

“the girls have Batgirl figures.” you informed them with a wide smile, “you might not have known them, but they’ve always known you guys.” you added, your hand rubbing comforting patterns into Damian’s back.

“does this mean we’re all aunts and uncles? well, grandparent for Bruce.” Tim asked. you nodded with Damian in confirmation. a challenging look flashed across all of their faces instantaneously.

“this doesn’t mean you guys can go and spoil them.” Damian said, trying to fight back a smile.

ever since being with you, he’d mellowed out and been less harsh towards people. something you hadn’t done on purpose. he was still mean when he had to be.

“don’t spoil them too much, we still want humble and kind kids.” you corrected Damian.

“i can live with that.” Jason shrugged.

“do they really have batgirl figures?” Cass asked. you nodded again in confirmation, mentioning how it was your idea.

“how old are they all?” Steph had finally asked.

“eleven, seven, and five.” you nodded, telling them which was which afterwards. you couldn’t specifically hear it, but you knew they were all ready to fight over the title of favorite.

after awhile at the manor, you all found yourselves back at home. you and Damian relaxed outside as your kids stayed inside, but every once and awhile, the younger ones would run outside and cause chaos.

“do you feel better now that they know?” you had your head against your husbands chest, listening to him and his heartbeat.

“a little. i… i’m glad they reacted how they did. i thought they’d hate me forever.” Damian admitted with a small laugh. you grinned.

“i don’t think anyone could hate you anymore, you big softie.” you teased him, holding open your arm when your oldest daughter came out to join you two on the hammock.

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Prompt: Bruce is out on a mission, but tim needs an adult for parent/teacher conference. No one is available except Jason.

FATHER OF THE YEAR.

━━━━━━━━ WHEN TIM originally gave out the idea of Jason filling in as Bruce as a father, it was because they couldn't find Bruce anywhere - typical. Jason said, as long as Bruce wasn't home before the conferences, Jason would go.

"You have to be kidding me." Jason grumbled, taking the tamer clothing out of his younger brothers' hands and dramatically stomping over to the bathroom and changing.

Dick couldn't go, he was training (never mess with Dick when he's training). Damian couldn't go because... well... he's a child. Jason was the only option, but Tim grinned and shook his head whenever Jason asked if Tim asked Alfred.

Jason, wearing a plain pair of jeans, a plain knit sweater, and found a clean pair of Nike Air Force 1s sitting outside the bathroom door. He looked basic but could pass as someone nicer than he looked when he wore all his tactical and especially hand-crafted denim and leather outfit.

Jason faced Tim once more, glaring at his younger brother.

"You fucking owe me, you asshole." Jason snarled - he could've been nicer, but how would you have liked to fill in as a father and be forced to wear the most basic articles of clothing ever? Tim grinned as he snapped a few photos on his phone, dodging Jasons harsh swings towards the diligent boy.

Tim safely shoved his phone into his pocket, mediating the ongoing duel between him and his older brother, before the two settled on taking Dick's fancy Porsche to the conferences. Dick hated when people touched his car, but that's what made it all worth it.

On the way, Tim attempted to overtake the aux, but a recent incident sent Jason scrambling to shove away the teenager from the empty cord.

"You're still not over that? That was weeks ago!" Tim's face flushed red, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. Jason sent Tim a glare, which almost effectively shut him up.

"Not enough weeks ago, Timmy. You don't get aux privileges for a while, little bro." Jason teased, subsequently shutting Tim up until they reached Gotham prep.

At the nostalgic school, Jason knew they wouldn't know him and know he wasn't actually Tim's father, but that didn't mean Jason wasn't nervous. At Tims school, one conference a year was mandatory, and usually Bruce freed up the time to go at Tims other schools, but this year was clearly different.

"Ah! Mr. Tim Wayne. You must be his father, Mr. Wayne." The teacher was new and didn't know that Jason was far from his father. Tim let the lie slip easily from his lips, and the two found themselves sitting across from Tims AP World History teacher.

It was awkward before the teacher began discussing Tims grades, and Jason grinned as he listened. He could publicly shame his brother while he posed as the teenager's father. Jason, feeling a power trip overtake him, grinned as he turned to Tim, his face flashing into a mock look of concern.

"Timmy, you should be focusing on his grades. Should the teacher be ensuring harder homework?" Jason turned to the teacher with a fake look plastered across his face. Tim turned to a look of slight anger and slight surprise - he couldn't be seriously doing this, right? "Are you not being pushed hard enough, Tim?" Jason grinned wickedly while staring at his brother.

This was payback for today; Jason was getting Tim back for what he'd done, making him pretend for the day. Tim was furious after they organized more and more difficult work for Tim, the two walking out of the room wishing the teacher a farewell.

"You're such a dick, Jason." Tim snarled, shoving the older boy softly.

"You did this to yourself, little bro." Jason grinned triumphantly, sauntering into his math teacher's room. Greeting the old man that taught Tim (and probably 37 generations prior), the conversation didn't open the allowance for any possible bargain of more homework, but after learning what he did, Jason was still on cloud 9 with all this information.

Tim was on the 9th level of Hell, in his eyes. This had been a disaster, inviting Jason to be a responsible adult landed him with almost all classes promising to be harsher on Tim and give him harder work.

To say the teenager was pissed off, was the farthest from the truth. Tim was beyond any grasp of pure anger floating over him. He went on to ignore Jason, but couldn't anymore when Jason took him out for ice cream.

"I'm never asking you to do that again." Tim frowned, eating away at his ice cream cone. The sweet vanilla flavor filled up his airway, making him eat more and more.

"We both learned our lesson today, didn't we?" Jason relished in todays events, leaning his head back as he grinned. Tim had a look of confusion as his head swiveled to stare at his older brother.

"Both of us?" Tim opened the floor for explanation, waiting for a response from his brother. Jason turned to Tim, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he kept letting bursts of laughter flow from his lips.

"You learned to never rely on me for conferences, and I learned how sweet vengeance is." Jason smirked, finishing his ice cream and beginning the drive back to their house.

BONUS!! :

━━━━━━━━ TIM WALKED PAST Damians room, but the boys voice stopped him in his tracks. "How was Todd at being an actual adult?" He didn't even look up from his phone as he asked the question.

Tim stopped in his tracks, facing the younger boy.

"Never count on Jason to be an adult, but at least he bought me ice cream." Tim grinned. He was tired, so as soon as he had made it back to his bedroom, he was knocked out on his bed in an instant.

And he was a damn good brother, was Tim's final thought, before sleep consumed his every thought, and he wouldn't ever bother to tell anyone he thought that about his own brother.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ CECIL JAMES - okay if the ending was a little rushed, dont blame me i swear im almost through with school and writing will be my focus

also, this is my first request and im so nervous to post this

and its almost 3 am on a school night yikes

SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES!!!

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RULES & INFO

i DO write:

⭒ platonic / family / friendship

⭒ fluff / romance

⭒ angst ( to the best of my ability )

i DO NOT write:

⭒ kidnapping

⭒ NSFW

⭒ any homophobia or anything like that

⭒ yandere

i DO:

⭒ take requests

⭒ love comments / convos !!

⭒ accept messaging ( as long as it isn’t weird )

also if i don’t write a request you send in, it’s nothing personal!!! either i have no clue how to write it or i am and i haven’t finished it! 🫶🫶

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hey! so glad to see new writers on here!!

do you mind writing something for donnie darko? fluff, angst, whatever you decide :)

YES OMG THANK YOUUUU

DOLL - donnie darko.

fluff all around guys GENDER NEUTRAL READER

━━━━━━━━ DONNIE DARKO had been a quiet guy in (name)'s eyes. They'd never particularly heard him speak, but he'd also never really heard them speak. When (name) entered his English class one tuesday afternoon, Donnie was enticed by them.

Their enigma floated through the school, and before they'd made friends, (name) had a reputation. They were oblivious to this, but that didn't mean Donnie was. He'd heard kids say that (name) had been expelled for a fight that sent a kid to the hospital at their old school.

He believed heavily it was a lie. (name), his (name) wasn't capable of that - thats why he was determined to weasle his way into their life.

It started three weeks later, nearing the middle of their school year, Donnie had manifested their partnership through a school project. It didn't take him long to realize how odd he was being, but somehting inside of him found it to be normal - in his eyes, it was okay.

If it meant he was getting closer to (name), he believed it to be okay.

The first day of the project, Donnie had invited (name) over, letting them into his private space - his bedroom. Not a lot of his friends got to see his room, but as he watched their eyes float through his room, he was okay with them in here.

By the time they'd had their second day for their project, Donnie found his obsession fading into a genuine crush. How would they react to his problems? Would they run away screaming when he told them about Frank?

(name) wasn't like that when he told them, they understood him, and they never dared to poke and prod at the fact that something was wrong with him. They treated Donnie normally, and he was genuinely head over heels for them.

They’d adjusted to this newfound friendship within days, considering how close (name) and Donnie were able to get within days. The new duo had easily passed their project, being the only two to do so. However, they found themselves hanging out more and more after school.

After some time, the time for (name) to sleepover at the Darko household came. Donnie warned them not to be alarmed when he wasn’t in the bed beside them, and they understood - nodding instantly. They’d still worry about him, but they wouldn’t necessarily be so worried they’d call the police.

One night, before he disappeared, he found himself holding (name). They’d fallen asleep like that, their head resting half on his arm and half on his pillow, hand holding his arm that wrapped around their waist.

He’d found himself awake after a while, in the middle of the golf course. Soon enough, he’d made it home, and trudged along to hide away in (name)s arms. They were still asleep by time he collapsed atop them, burying himself into the crook of their neck, arms wrapping securely around them.

“You okay, Donnie?” (name) sleepily asked, running their hand through his hair. That soothed him further, soon (name) found themself with a sleeping Donnie in their arm. They really had no problem with it, soon adjusted and fast asleep themself.

It was a common occurrence for nights to end this way. Neither really cared about the obscurities of what they considered “friendship”, so they continued to do as they did.

(name) also had a quirk where they were mostly understanding, caring, and loving when it came to fights, the two worked through each problem bit by bit, and they eventually had a smooth friendship.

On this particular night, Donnie lay across (name)s chest, breathing in their cologne/perfume. He was calm, his mind was quiet, and their hands floated through his hair, down his back, expanding across his shoulders, and ending back in his hair.

He was calm, holding her so tightly it was almost insane. This was his comfort, his home, his domains. No one could take this away from him, no one could take away his (name).

They didn’t mind it either, and they felt their heart begin to ache for him through long periods of time where they didn’t talk and hangout every millisecond of the day.

Deciding then and now, they’d get closer with Donnie, and maybe eventually fall in love. Donnie wasn’t opposed either, he was already head over heels for his best friend.

“Hey, I’m Marcus.” he was the fancy new kid, a phony accent to mask his boring interior and personality. Marcus had fallen in love with (name) upon first sight, which bothered both (name), and Donnie.

Donnie hated Marcus. He made it known all the time, but (name) pulled the same antics, melting into Donnie’s arms, chest, lap, anything, whenever Marcus was nearby.

“That guy you’re always with,” (name) was getting lunch, sliding her tray across the metal tubes that formed a sort of resting sill, “are you two dating?” he finished his question, accepting the apple from the lunch lady.

“Yeah, wasn’t it obvious?” (name) snickered, lying straight to his face. What they hated was how real their statement sounded - were they really really into Donnie?

They were. They absolutely were. Nothing could be done about it, is what every one of their friends thought before they’d finally asked each other out. They thought about their friends one night while basking in the silence that sat between the two.

They toned down the PDA, but upped it in private areas. Donnie was always a clingy guy, no matter how scary he seemed in real life. But that was their Donnie, and they loved him.

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CECIL JAMES —

ignore how the layout is im secretly on my phone during school

also yall i fucking love clingy guys 😔

please request more i love ur guys’s ideas ugh

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BABY

pairings — donnie darko x reader

warnings — babying 👅👅, overusing “baby” and having no regrets, insane bouts of fluff, writer coming back from the dead out of nowhere to cook, also very short no surprise tho

summary — you never thought donnie would want to be babied, but he’s been sick, and will only listen to you

━━━━━━━ “DONNIE, BABY,” you cooed in a slight baby voice. his mom had called you, telling you how donnie was sick and refused to take anything from her, just saying he wanted you.

you couldn’t deny your boyfriend that, stepping into his room five minutes later with water, medicine, and his favorite movie. when donnie looked at you, he looked ready to cry.

“oh, baby.” you softly smiled, setting the medicine, the water, and your bag on the floor. donnie just held his arms out, he didn’t need to say anything.

you knew what he wanted.

sliding into the bed, you pulled donnie’s head onto your chest and began running your hands through his hair. it was soft, and you could feel the tension in his body disappear as you continued.

“you wanna take this medicine and turn on a movie and sleep, baby? you have to take the medicine anyways.” you used a soft tone, rubbing a hand down his face to caress his jaw. he grumbled into your skin, tickling you.

“it’s the drinking stuff, baby.” you were probably overusing the word, but it didn’t matter to you. donnie sat up slightly as you poured the grape flavored medicine into the small cup that had come with the container. donnie slowly took it from you as you prepared his water for him, placing it to his lips as your hand found its way back into his hair.

“there you go, good job baby.” you kissed his lips gently, before letting him lay back down on your chest. he was out like a light eventually, and you stayed in the same spot, running your hands through his hair as he slept, up until you yourself had fallen asleep.

hiii… 😟😟 guys i know it’s been awhile i swear it wasn’t my fault believe me 🙁 anyways i have a few more ideas i wanna put out hopefully — cj <3

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SUMMER’S OVER

pairings — damian wayne - al ghul x reader x jonathan kent (platonic today guys)

warnings — none except the reminder that you might be going back to school soon so be afraid

summary — the summer hadn’t lasted long enough, and you find you and your best friends cooped up in a room complaining during a heatwave.

notes — hey guys except smth f1 related soon

━━━━━━━ YOU WERE LAID ACROSS THE FOOT end of Damian’s expansive bed, in a tank top and shorts, your body spread as to not let your body heat up anymore than it already was.

Jonathan was on two bean bags right next to the bed, where you could see him - one supporting his feet and the other supporting his upper body. he too was wearing loose fit clothes that covered as little skin as they could.

Damian was spewed across the top end of his bed, his body much like yours. he also happened to be dressed in loose and airy clothing. it was a god send during this heatwave that suddenly flashed onto Gotham.

no matter how much air circulated the manor, nothing would soothe the warmth flowing in through the walls and any possible place. it was hell on earth.

“are we sure this isn’t the work of a villain?” you groaned, slightly turning your face in order for Damian to hear you.

he made his signature ‘tt’ sound, shaking his head with a weak attempt to hide his grin. his hand flipped to the side, hitting against your upper calf. you smirked, looking away.

“god it’s so fucking hot.” Jonathan complained, you groaned in agreement. Damian silently listened - or fell asleep. either way, you couldn’t blame him - it was crazy hot, and it made you tired.

like a god in this melting heat, Alfred walked in with a tray of ice cold water and a bucket with three pops in ice. you cheered without moving your head, letting out a small whoop with Jonathan.

Alfred said his goodbyes, and walked out.

the three of you instantly reached for the water, gulping it down without ever taking a breath. “the brain freeze is worth it.” you mumble, setting the cup down on the tray and extending your limbs again.

“i can’t believe we have school next week.” Jonathan leaned back again, his body going rigid in a moments notice.

the fatigue flooding in through the air pulling on the energy in the atmosphere, gathering a synchronized yawn from all of you.

you huffed, flipping yourself over to lay on your back, letting your arms lay lax at your sides. Damian watched you move from where he lay, smirking at your tired expression.

“have you melted?” he nudged you again mostly like he had previously, flipping his arm to hit against your knee. you looked at him with struggle.

“i think so. would you guys still be my friends if i was a giant puddle of goo?” you sighed, letting the next refreshing rush of air conditioner air float on your body.

the cloudless sky beat down on the dark colored manor that you were taking shelter in - a helpless mistake now.

“yeah; i think so.” Jonathan slurred slightly, yawning.

“probably.” Damian’s voice was the only level one, one that didn’t slur a few vowels or phrases.

“i’d be friends with you guys if you were also puddles of goo.” you mumbled. “are you guys tired?” you didn’t open your eyes this time. it felt like 35 pounds were rested on your eyelids - it was nearly physically impossible to open them.

“yes, exhausted.” Jonathan grumbled, reaching for a pop.

“no.” Damian spoke.

you tiredly rose to rest on your elbows. finding yourself now glaring at Damian, you huffed out an ‘unfair’ with a toss of a nearby throw pillow.

Damian smirked, catching the pillow and throwing it at you. you let it smack against your face, making the three of you laugh together.

“we can go swimming.” Damian muttered, sitting up fully.

“oh yeah, you’ve got a pool.” you hummed, managing to stand up somehow. you had to help a weak Jonathan finally get up.

the three of you trudged your way down to the outdoor pool. the final stretch to the pool was most difficult, and basking in the shade while Damian cooled the pool proved to be useless.

“hurry up, Dames.” Jonathan dragged his voice out dramatically.

Damian rolled his eyes, holding a hand out and helping tug you up from where you sat, you both offered your hands to Jonathan, who made it extra difficult to pull him up.

half way through, you let go to turn around and throw yourself into the cold pool. the immediate relief that flooded through you, you happily laughed.

“holy shit, dude this feels awesome!” you waded around in the cold water.

Jonathan and Damian jumped in with you suddenly, and you spent hours in the water before Alfred came out to scold the three of you to dry land and wrapped in towels.

taking your soaking bodies into living room, Jonathan hijacked the remote and changed it to play Golden Girls, intriguing the three of you.

Alfred came back with changes of clothes, and after changing, you were all soon fast asleep on the couch.

the heatwave passed slightly, but was still evident in the sleep shorts and sleep tops you all wore - thin and breathy. also the fact that none of you had blankets to heat your bodies up.

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