Worldbuilding: The Threequel

Ok, but like...

Damian being a stabby murder baby, BUT ALSO the quirky art kid.

Everyone at his school (he goes to in-person school, sue me) is TERRIFIED of him, and rightfully so.

One time he stabbed a classmate with a paintbrush after they knocked into his art table and spilled his paint across his canvas. Do you know how hard it is to stab someone with s paintbrush?

NO ONE goes into Damian’s art studio (except for Alfred because he runs the manor). Tim goes looking for the belongings that Damian steals from him in the studio. He comes out with nasty bruises every time.

But the thing is, Damian creates the most beautiful things! The rest family is astounded by what can create. How can Mr.Iwillstabyouifyoulookatmewrong paint such an elegant recreation of Titus' face!?

Everyone eventually stops questioning it.

⭐Prompt list⭐

Because I have writers block and need recommendations!

A) Chandeliers

B) Amazon driver

C) Fight

D) Sickness

E) Zoo

F) Cookies

G) Office

H) Migraine

I) Coffee

J) Ducks

K) Angst

L) Art

M) Holiday

Batfam quotes as things my family has said

Jason: Pass me the blueberry jelly

Damian: *picks up jar and scoops the rest of the jelly out onto his eggs*

Damian: sorry, it's all gone

...

Jason: you little...

AITA for not killing my son’s murder?

I’m a well-off parent (36M). This story is about one of my children (15m), who I will call J for the sake of privacy.

One day J and I got into a particularly bad fight bc I accused him of murder. After this J went to search for his bio mom. However, due to reasons that will remain unspecified, my son died in a terrorist attack.

After finding J’s body, I decided to hunt down and kill my his murder. However by the time I found the man, my friend (34M) stopped me from taking his life.

Should I have gone through with it anyways? Should my son remained unavenged?

Edit: My new son believes I made the right choice.

Edit-Edit: GOOD NEWS: J IS ALIVE

Edit-Edit-Edit: BAD NEWS: HE IS NOT PLEASED WITH MY CHOICE.

Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit: Slit my J’s throat to stop him from killing his murder.

Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit-Edit: J’s coming over for brunch!

Batfam quotes as things my family has said

Damian:*teases Tim about something stupid*

Tim: Hey Jay, can you tell Damian that he's being illogical.

Jason: sure. DAMIAN, DON'T BE A DICK!

Dick: I resent that...

Hands: a batfam drabble

While the eyes may be the window to the soul, but Tim fully believes the hands are more significant. Your hands show your journey, where you've been. Tim familiarized himself with the hands of the people around him.

Damian’s handsp are small. Chubby. But deceptively hardened. Callouses wrap around his little brothers hands, telling of long, laborious days. But those little hands create amazing things. Colorful paintings and sculptures Tim can't even dream up.

Dick has strong hands. His callouses are older. Small scars across his knuckles tell of conflict, fighting. But those strong hands radiate endurance and hope. The strength that only an acrobat can have. Tim knows his strength runs deeper than his hands, it's a bone-deep essential part of his brother.

Jason has scarred hands. Thick ridges criss cross his fingers. Once upon a time those hands had been split open, blood falling onto splintered wood and expensive satin and dirt. Now those hands cook dinner for his family when it's Jason’s turn to host movie night

Cass' hands are dangerous. Lithe and quick. Before you could blink those hands would have you pinned to the ground. They move like a fleeting shadow, but also like a dancing butterfly. Those hands flit about as Cass twirls and dances. They seem to float around her. She looks like a fairy, circled by two bright butterflies.

Tim is not sure what his hands tell. He's not sure he ever wants to discover that. The secrets that are contained with one's hands are special and precious to him. So he hides his hands. Crossed together, behind his back, swaddled in hoodie pockets. No matter what his hands stay hidden, along with the secrets they contain.

Ok, but like...

There's "danger zones" in Wayne Manor.

These are areas where watching for falling objects, dangerous projectiles, murderous vigilante baby, and a plethora of other hazards.

For example, the main foyer is a danger zones.

Dick, with his acrobatic tendencies, has broken over 23 chandeliers. Thankfully, he's never been hurt. He just hangs on the chandeliers and tends to loosen them. Then tend to fall later, when unexpecting people are walking underneath. Jason has dubbed it the "phantom chamber" in lieu of the falling chandelier in phantom of the opera.

Damian’s room is also a danger zone. For obvious reasons.

Here’s Sunstreaker from chapter 4 of my fic “Aftermath” on ao3. I wrote this scene specifically so I could draw it >:)

Chapter 4 was just posted if you’d like to check it out :)

WE DID IT! WE FUCKING DID IT!

THE CINCINNATI BENGALS ARE GOING TO THE DAMN SUPERBOWL.

YOU BET YOUR ASS I'M GOING TO BE WATCHING THAT GAME WITH A VAT OF BUFFALO CHICKEN DIP AND A BAG OF VEGGIE STRAWS.