#dick is Damian’s baba

[psychogirl87]

Ok so here are some Dick and Dami hcs

Dick took Damian to his first pride parade. Dami pretended he didn’t want to go but Dick knew he wanted to and enjoyed himself there.

They do these times where they both just sit in the same place and just exist. They don’t talk, Damian will do homework or would be drawing while Dick was doing some case work or WE thing or just something.

Damian realised how much Dick genuinely likes his drawings and randomly gives some to him. Like ever few weeks a painting or a sketch will show up on Dicks bed. Usually it’s someone Dick loves a lot. His parents, siblings, the titans, etc.

Dick has kept ever single one of them.

Some are on the fridge, some framed, and some in a carefully preserved and loved album.

Dick is one of the only people Damian trusts with his pets. Other is Alfred and eventually Jon gets added to the list.

Dick comes to all of Damian’s school events even small ones.

He especially never misses art showings.

Dick was the one Damian went to when he realised he likes boys as well.

Dick was the only person Damian was not scared of telling.

Damian was the first of the bats ( besides Alfred and Bruce but they knew earlier) to know about the origins of the name Robin.

He was even more proud of being Robin and swore that he’d make not only Dick but all the Graysons proud.

Dick taught Damian Romani. ( I’m sorry I can’t spell)

Damian taught Dick Arabic in return.

Dick was the first person Damian knew loved him.

Dick is the only person that Damian trusts not to get tired of him.

Dick introduced Damian to Zitka.

Dick is protective but never controlling of Damian.

Since Dick lost the original poster he had of the Flying Graysons Damian painted him an exact copy.

After Robin Damian took the name Flamebird and became Nightwings partner.

While Bruce was dead Dick adopted Damian.

It still continued after Bruce came back.

Bruce may be Damian’s father but Dick is his baba.

[p1nkshield]

Damian: What is it that you want Grayson? I am in the middle of sharpening my many blades.

Dick: I assure you this is much more important! I’m about to teach you a new technique.

Damian: My interest is piqued. Continue.

Dick: I know you want to deny it Dami, but you my friend are an adorable little guy.

Damian: [raises knife]

Dick: Before you throw anything hear me out! You can use it to your advantage! I’ve been doing it for years and it still works on Bruce sometimes even though I’m like 20 something. I can teach you my ways! You can be my successor!

Damian: … fine I will try this only once to humor you Grayson.

Later in the day

Damian: Are you sure about this? Father may think my mind has been taken over.

Dick, sending Damian into the room: it will work I promise! go make me proud!

Damian: Baba? I was wondering if you wanted to go sword shopping with me? It could be fun.

Bruce: …are you feeling alright?

Damian: I’m fine, I just thought that I should drop the formalities for once.

Bruce: …o-okay let’s go, is there any sword you want in particular?

Damian: yes actually, and can we get hot chocolate after?

Bruce holding back tears: mhm.

[bruciemilf]

Having so many de aged! Jason feelings. I might just burst.

Dick and Tim theorize on how a small, happy little baby winded up in Jason's apartment. It's no secret their brother, a wall of bulk with a tender core, houses the homeless sometimes.

Maybe the baby is someone's? But if so, why was he alone? Jason isn't exactly famous for his unquestionable wisdom, but he's too caring to leave a defenceless infant by himself.

More importantly, why is this baby rolling on his tummy on a familiar brown jacket, evidently craving to be picked up?

"Can you take him? I'm not..." Tim's not good with kids; It's a running joke among them. Even If there's nothing comical about this.

Dick nods. His pride does swell when the baby giggles and coos.

"He has good taste."

" Okay, Narcissus. Let's take him home before your head pops,'' was Tim just a tiny bit jealous this little chubby cheeked thing was snuggling close to Dick, while downright glowering at him?

Maybe. A little. But babies were glorified chunks of meat, shaped just enough like a human to be considered cute. What did they know?

So they get home. It's a pleasant rarity, but they're all in one place.

All except Bruce, of course. Too busy bleeding on the streets to spend any time with them, Dick huffs,

Poor Damian is trying to jump and leap amongst them giants, struggling to take a peek at their young guest, " Grayson! I want the baby!"

" He's not a toy, Dami," they all share a silent look, clearly thinking the same thing. He got it from Bruce,

"What does it do?"

" He's a baby, Steph. He's not even aware he exists!"

" God I wish that were me,"

Duke looks at Babybird, as Dick affectionately took to calling him, with a strange, quizzical look, " He looks familiar. You said you found him at Jay's?"

" Yeah, but I'm taking him to a firestation. I just had to show B. You know he likes volunteering at daycares. Maybe he'll recognize him."

" Recognize who?"

Babybird was chewing on his own foot when the elevator doors slid open. Cass wasn't a wordsmith.

She read movements and actions as one listens to music.

Every member of her beloved family was a song of their own; Dick was motivational and calming.

Stephanie was packed with action, brimming with electrifying energy that just made you want to jump.

Tim was clean and precise with accents of pop. Duke was light and happy and silently confident. Damian was angry, and passionate and brave.

Bruce was powerful, sad, and perfectly tragic.

But when Babybird shrieked, yelled out in happiness and excitement and tried to wiggle out of Dick's arms with a sunshine beam and grabby hands?

Her father was a love song.

"Jay," The name sounds like Bruce is choking. His eyes are burning with tears, marching directly to Dick, " Jay? Jay!"

" Wh--"

"Dada!" Babybird, -- Jason? They only now noticed the white curl bouncing on top of his head, ( their inner detectives groan) " Dadadada, pap papi pap,"

They can't do anything, frozen in place, as Bruce spends the following two hours planting a garden of kisses on Jason's cheeks, full with laughter, while they read and color and build blocks.

"Uh, Bruce? I'm...I'm gonna call Zatanna."

" In a minute."

" DAD, --"

" In a minute."

It wasn't just a minute. It was an entire week.

As ridiculous as it was? They were starting to get jealous.

[varpusvaras]

AU where Damian is a bit younger than he is in canon, so by the time Jason comes out of the Lazarus Pit, Damian is like a baby.

Then something happens and Talia needs to get both Jason and Damian out of there, and so she gives 16-year-old Jason baby Damian and tells Jason to take care of him.

So now there's Jason with a baby, living a secret life in some apartment. He goes out with baby Damian and someone asks where their parents are. Jason panics and says that he's the parent here to get them to leave them alone. The word spreads that there is a teen dad living in the building. Jason now has to keep it up because it would look even more suspicious if he suddenly changed it up.

The old ladies keep pointing Jason at Damian and calling him baba, and one day, Damian turns his huge green eyes towards Jason and in the most clear pronounciation ever heard from an infants mouth says Baba.

Jason is in trouble.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Not DDD but some tooth rotting fluff with Dadwing that I had written a while ago.

Dick had always had a kinda 6th sense when it came to Damian, they had been Batman and Robin together, *the* dynamic duo! So he knew when his little brother was upset, more so than usual.

It started after a failed capture, the Riddler had been out of Arkham for over 3 weeks, the longest that he had been out for quite some time.

Bruce had finally found Eddie's hiding spot and was staking him out for some time, trying to determine whether the Riddler was truly there or this was once again a decoy safe house.

Bruce regretfully has the communication skills of a particularly grumpy slug and failed to properly give Damian the brief on what he was doing after joining his father from a round of patrols with Dick.

It really truly wasn't Damian's fault that he rushed in and only really succeeded in flushing out the Riddler and driving him to ground once more.

And once again, Bruce the grumpy slug scowled, let out a grunt and demanded Damian back to the cave, further not explaining why Bruce tried to stop him from taking down the Riddler and why he didn't pursue.

---

Dick was surprised to come out of the locker rooms of the cave to his youngest brother, practically shaking with rage as he not so carefully pulled off his suit, and what was the most concerning to Dick was the quiet, but still angry mutterings coming from the boy.

Dick felt a pang in his chest at the words, his Arabic was not the best but he could tell more than a few foul words slipping from Damians lips, taking a small breath to prepare, Dick slowly approached his little brother, holding his hands up in surrender even before speaking.

"Hey Babybat? Dami? You okay kiddo? What are you-" Dick stopped mid sentence at the scathing glare that was leveled at him, blinking a few times as his brother collected himself enough to speak clearly, but his voice was rough with emotion, and his accent that was usually hidden away came back harder. (Something that Dick realized that Jason and Damian shared, the angrier they are the more they go back to their roots.)

"Do not attempt to placate me Richard, I am not playing your foolish games nor am I wanting to speak of my feelings, so I simply ask you to leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone." At the end the boys words were ground out as he threw down the Robin chest plate and stromed past Dick, heading to the showers.

---

Dick knew it was a little bit risky, but something was clearly upsetting his little brother greatly, so here he was, standing outside of Damians room, letting out a small sigh, Dick softly knocked on the door.

Two short, one long: U

Three long: O

One long, one short, one long: K

Morse code, one of the first no vocal languages that all the birds and the Bats knew, Dick and Damian had used it more than a few times on the field.

The only thing that Dick received from that was a dull thud of something being thrown at the door and the much softer sound of it falling to the floor, but the rest of the room was an inky black.

Letting out a sigh, the oldest of the Wayne children grabbed onto the doorhandle and slowly turning it, pushing the door in as he popped his head in, seeing the sacrificed plush animal laying on the ground where it was thrown

Dick felt guilty being glad it wasn't a knife.

"Dami? Little D? Kiddo I am going to come in..."

Opening the door more, Dick slipped into the dark room, spacial awareness helped Dick circumvent the few basic traps laid around his little brothers room, and made his way over to the boy's bed.

Eyes adjusting to the dark quickly, Dick could see the small outline of his brother shaking under the covers, looking so small in the king-sized bed, sitting on the edge, Dick laid a hand on where he thinks Damians hip is, feeling his heart break a little at the small jump he felt as he did.

"Can you talk to me? Please? I want to help kiddo." The only response he got was a shaky drawn in breath and the form under the blankets shifting, sitting up and revealing his younger brother.

His jade green eyes practically glowed in the dark of the room, Damians glare more tired than angry.

(It was times like these that Dick had to force himself to believe that Damian was just his brother, that the boy was not his son, wasn't the boy he raised for a year and a half as his own)

Shuffling closer to the center of the bed, Dick softly placed his forehead on the boy's own before pulling back after a second, he had learnt that little touches of affection got him a lot farther (and a lot less stabbed) with Damian.

Sitting back Dick watched as Damian crawled over, closing the distance between them and leaned his head onto Dicks shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed as he took in several deep breaths, calming himself even further.

Dick didn't dare move while Damian re-centered only snaking his arms around the smaller boy once he felt Damian go slack against him, softly cradling Damian in his arms as he pressed a soft kiss to the boy's spiky locks.

They stayed that way for a while, Dick gently rocking them both as he held his younger brother, silently waiting for Damian to speak first.

"...Father is an idiot..."

Blinking at the words that finally came out, Dick took it in stride, "For a man that is called the worlds greatest detective he can't see two feet in front of him when his loved ones are involved."

Silence lapsed after a little while, only breaking again as Damian pulled back from the hug, staring into Dicks powder blue eyes,

"...is it bad that some days I hate him Baba?" The words crush him, hitting at Dicks heart far worse than anything he had felt before, throat raw and itchy suddenly, Dick tried to not let Damians choice of words affect him.

(Dick has never heard Dami call Bruce Baba, only a ever respectful Father.)

"I-I, Um...I have felt way about B more than a few times Dames...He tries his best but sometimes...some times I do" There was a shine to Damians eyes as he looked into Dicks as the man continued softly "But I don't think it's bad...no I think you are just growing up...It...it's the beginning to when your seeing B how he can truly be like." (A scornful son of a bitch, only that Martha was a wonderful woman...)

Damians face grew distraught, and the shine pooled until soft tears ran down the boys face, "I do not wish to hate Father, but why can he simply not...speak to me? He has not spoke to me outside of case work for over three days and even during that no more than a few words..." leaning his head against Dicks shoulder, the boy's words were muffled slightly as he continued

"Is...is it wrong to expect more from him Baba?"

Dick didn't have any words for his Damian, because he sure as shit isn't Bruce's at the moment, sweeping the boy up into his arms, Dick hled him close while laying the two of them down, Dick on his back and his boy on his chest.

Running a hand through Damians soft hair, Dick thought hard of what to say, "I will speak to him...and maybe Tim...I know you two still have disagreements but honestly for some reason he listens to Tim more than even Alfred...you deserve so much more than that kiddo..."

Dick felt the soft shakes as Damian cried ontop of him, it broke the man's heart to smithereens that even while overwhelmed by emotions his boy still felt the need to try and be as quiet as possible.

Once he felt Damians shudders slow, an the boys breathing came back to a normal rate, Dick reached into his pants and pulled out his phone, "I think we both gotta unwind a little bud...have I ever shown you Bob Ross?"

---

(They watch till the sun peaks through the black out curtains, well, it plays that long, but the two where asleep for a lot longer than that.)

(Bruce gets a very long talking too by his kids, and gets the cowl taken away from him until he gets therapy)

(It only works a little.)

(He made a new one)

[squid-kidz]

doodle of the sweet silly baby Damian 🫶

[mossfrg]

I’m a Dick Grayson kinnie because i too want to adopt the feral little assassin baby gremlin child who would chop my hand off if I ruffled his hair but DAMN IT I WILL TRY. Damian is but an extra spicy kitten with katanas who could and would kill me but do I care??? NO! He’s just a baby!!! A wicked smart, brave, kind, badass, traumatized lil guy who needs hugs and hair ruffles and cookies and new knives <333

the eldest daughter syndrome plays a part too ig

[everyone-with-a-para]

i hope everyone with a para who had to raise their much younger sibling has a great day

(fraischus absolutely got called baba by ksidi once and just started ugly crying)

-🎲

^^^^^^^

[leivateinn]

Dick Grayson being Damian Wayne’s parent is all I will ever need. I love them <3

[introspectivememories]

the whole family has a Damian-Emergency Scale ranging from 1 being "oh damian pulled a knife on you? ahaha! classic damian." to 10 being "damian called bruce 'baba' in public????? in front of other people???? HOLY FUCKING SHIT. GUYS BABY BAT IS DYING!!! SOMEONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!!!!"

[nosyrobin]

IMAGINE (baby al ghul-Wayne twins)

Damian is in his play pen, having a you sword mean while you are in your own play pen. Damian is actually on punishment, his punishment? Being away from you. Damian looks through the fences of his play pin, getting angry with a huff as he sees you frowning. Dick was out doing his day shift at the police station, Jason was in the library of the manor meanwhile Tim was watching the two trouble makers. Tim starts to notice Damian getting fussy with a red face of angry on his brown skin. You noticed too as you babbled the words “baba…” that’s when Damian snapped and started to scream. Scream and scream. Alerting the tired boy who got up quick to calm down the small boy who seemed to slap Tim’s face.

100% attack, 0% damage mostly as Tim just sighed. You started to cry as well, not liking the loud sounds of your twin crying. Damian cried louder at your cries. He started to kick his feet in his onesie, Tim wanted to coo the boy to sleep. But it wouldn’t work. So Tim had to put him beside you.

Immediately Damian stopped crying, tear stains his chubby cheeks as he lays his head on your small lap. Huffing. You stop crying as well. Getting tired from crying yourself as you blink slowly. You lay down with your stuff toy as Damian just keeps his eyes wide. Staring at Tim, daring him to take him away from his twin.

Tim awkwardly calls Jason over for his turn to watch the double trouble. Tired of feeling the baby’s glare on him as you sleep peacefully.

[p1nkshield]

I made a post earlier about how Dick should have taught Damian to use his baby face to his advantage and someone said he would teach all of his siblings. So here is the aftermath. A task force specifically designed to bring Bruce down.

Dick: Hey B, I was wondering if we could borrow the Batmobile for the weekend?

Bruce: … [no]

Dick: Pretty please I promise it will be in one piece when I give it back!

Bruce: Hnn. [Still no]

Dick: Fine then, you’ve forced my hand. ATTACK!

Tim steps forward, yawning and promising to try and sleep properly.

Bruce loses two health points.

Duke is next in the initiative order.

Duke: It would be fun!

The full power of the sun shines through his smile.

Bruce falters but passes a quick time event in his head, only losing another two health points.

Cass steps up to the plate.

Cass: I would like to go on an outing with my siblings, it sounds fun.

CRITICAL HIT!

Bruce is starting to sweat as a total of ten health points are swept away by the fact cass considers them family.

Damian decides to use his special attack! Holding the target’s sleeve makes it especially effective!

Damian: Baba, please?

A whopping fifty points! BRUCE IS HANGING ON BY A THREAD!

Jason: c’mon Dad.

Fatality

Bruce: fine.

Dick: Great job team!

Damian: yes, we got the Batmobile successfully. I will drive.

Dick: No-

[bruciemilf]

Yk what I need??? NEED the batKids to just admire Bruce’s beauty ( USHSJSNSNS ur last post about Jason calling Bruce pretty just added fuel to the fire )

Love ur blog :)!!!

Thank you! And that’s so adorable! I just adore the image of Bruce, wide awake at 3 in the morning, applying concealer all over the swollen bruises acquired tonight.

The brush is thick and fluffy, designed to spread a generous amount while maintaining a smooth application, its bristles silver and pale. Dick thinks it belonged to Bruce’s mom, because he looks terribly sad using it.

“You should be asleep, “ Bruce sighs, not entirely delighted his ward is losing precious resting time. He’s read, clearly, that children need a minimal 8 hours of sleep.

“So should you! What are you doing up?��

“Getting ready for a meeting at 7.”

“You’re like, really pretty.”

Bruce pauses, skin blossoming with sudden, flustered heat, “Oh, thank you, Dickie, that’s very kind—“

Dick’s smile beams like moonlight, “So you agree. You think you’re really pretty.”

“…I haven’t watched a single movie in 12 years, so, I think that joke is wasted.”

“Dammit. Thanks a lot, trauma.”

Oh, but Jason? The tiny boy could watch Bruce for hours. His face is so interesting. B’s eyelashes are so long, and his eyes are such a pretty hazel, just like Catherine’s, and his smile is awesome.

He feels really special, because Bruce smiles for no camera, but when Jason asks him to take his picture, he does it without complaint.

“B, boys can be pretty too, right?”

Bruce pauses a bit, not entirely confident. Should he treat this as something casual? Should he break out the educational, but welcoming dialogue? Is it something else? Why aren’t there parenting classes?

“Hn. Yeah.”

“I think you’re the prettiest man in Gotham!”

“I’m afraid that’s not true, Jason.”

“What?! How come?!”

“Because the prettiest boy in Gotham is standing right in front of me.”

Tiny Jason squeaking and squealing joyfully while Bruce takes him in his arms, peppering his soft cheeks with kisses, while a teenage Dick rolls his eyes in the background, trying not to smile.

[violent138]

Damian: "Baba."

Bruce, on the computer: "Hn?" *glances at Damian, double takes at how pale he is* "What did you do?"

Damian: "I think Tim has cancer. I overheard him telling someone on the phone."

Bruce: "Damian, I understand what you think you might've heard, but Tim would tell me."

Bruce:

*a few moments later*

Tim, opening his bedroom door, frowning at Bruce, Alfred, Duke, and Damian: "Can I help you guys?"

Bruce: "Before you say anything, Dick is on his way, and he's deeply disappointed you didn't tell him."

Tim, internally panicking, but deciding to play it cool: "Ominous, what didn't I tell him?"

Alfred: "Master Bruce, is this really the time? We're all here for you, dear boy."

Duke, who used his x-ray vision: "Hey guys--"

Damian: "The ruse is up Timothy."

Tim, definitely internally panicking: "Oh. Okay so before you guys say anything, I didn't know how to bring it up and we keep having disasters."

Alfred: *pats his hand*

Bruce: *self-loathing spiral, moves to brood at window*

Duke: "Okay, I'm sorry, let's take a step back here. Tim, I think you need to get a second opinion."

Tim: "No, I think I know what I did."

Duke: "It's not even fucking detectable, so it's either so early that you have plenty of time, or more likely, someone screwed up the test."

Tim: "...what are you talking about."

Damian, impatiently: "Your cancer."

Tim: "My-- my what?"

Damian: "You said you had cancer, 'it's cancer'--"

Tim:

Tim: "Jesu-- I told Bernard my sign was cancer! He guessed Capricorn and wouldn't budge!"

Bruce, Duke, Alfred, Damian:

[incorrectbatfam]

Batkids calling Bruce “dad” for the first time

Baby Dick, arguing with another kid: *points to Bruce*

Dick: My tati's arms are hairier so take that!

———————

Baby Jason: Hey Pops, pass me the OJ.

Bruce, freezing: What did you just say?

Jason: Pass the OJ, I'm gonna be late for school.

———————

Baby Tim: Thanks Dad—I mean, Boss. Sorry, just had a brain fart. You know, like when you call your teacher "mom." Totally an accident. It won't ever happen again.

Bruce, already planning a father-son trip: Oh, okay.

———————

Cass: *hands Bruce an invite to a father-daughter dance*

Bruce, tearing up: Let me check my schedule.

———————

Damian: Father.

Bruce, on the phone: In a second, Damian.

Damian, poking Bruce: Father. Father. Father. Father. FATHER.

Bruce: *still on the phone*

Damian, internally: It appears I need a new strategy.

Damian: Baba?

Bruce: *immediately hangs up and pays attention*

[wolfish-chan]

Batfam + co headcanons

- Jason dyes his hair black, but can’t seem to dye back the white streak

- His eyes use to be more brown, but after his dip in the Lazarus pit, they are a dark green

- The Al Ghul’s are similar in that aspect - Ra’s and Talia both have naturally brown eyes and Damian’s blue, but they’re now a vibrant green, reflecting the amount of time they’ve spent in the pit

- Ra’s eyes are the most unsettling, they’re the exact color of the pit water

- Damian has an accent

- Dick does too, but it’s much harder to pinpoint because of how much he’s traveled

- Damian calls Bruce ‘Baba’, but only after he disappeared. Before that it was just ‘Father’

- Tim is supposed to wear glasses, but he tends to forget them and his contacts so his mask is built to compensate. However, he is forever squinting during board meetings at Wayne Enterprises

- Jason and Bruce have the same thinking face but nobody would willingly call it out

- Alfred could definitely kill any of the rogue gallery, but he doesn’t out of respect of Bruce’s values

- Initially, Bruce would get annoyed when Tim would bring YJ into the batcave/manor, but he’s slowly begun to expect it

- He did get tired of finding Bart in his good chair though, so now he has a special one beside it (everyone knows it’s for Bart, but Bruce would rather be caught dead than admit that)

- Duke gets along really well with Bart and Wally, and Bruce feels a headache forming every time they’re together

- Cass is Wally’s favorite out of Dick’s siblings. More often than not, he talks way too fast for her to catch more than a few words, but she’s such an attentive listener that he forgets

- Stephanie and Jason aren’t allowed to be in a room together without supervision because they kept getting into fistfights (she antagonizes him as a hobby)

- When Damian needs time to think, he goes down to the barn to sit with Batcow because nobody ever checks for him there. They always assume he’s off training

- Duke brings out Damian’s childish nature in the best ways, and they’re almost as close as Damian is with Dick

- They pester each other a lot, but then fall asleep watching movies together (true brothers fr)

- The entirety of the batfam refuses to watch superhero movies because they’re “inaccurate”

- Jason and Diana have a genuine bond, and it only grows stronger when he comes back, even if she does get disappointed with his actions. She’s like the mom he never had

- Clark always says he doesn’t have favorites out of the younger generation, but it’s secretly Tim. He appreciates all that he does for Kon (Dick is still his favorite Robin tho)

- Alfred doesn’t make certain recipes anymore because they were something he used to make with Jason, and it upsets him to make them without his assistant

- Tim cannot for the life of him match his clothes, like Adam Sandler type of style