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Family Week Day 1. Family || Discovery

For all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you If I could fly then I would know  What life looks like from up above and down below I'd keep you safe, I'd keep you dry  Don't be afraid, Cecilia, I'm the satellite And you're the sky

Damian Wayne sighed as he set his phone down and looked at the painting in front of him. He smield to himself, the likeness between the photo he had taken of Daniel and the painting were uncanny. It had taken him weeks now to get his boyfriend to agree to let him paint a picture of him in his ghost form but now that he had gotten the permission, well all the pleading had been worth it. 

The painting of Danny floating up into a tree surrounded by flowers and a bright smile on his face would be a vision that Damian would cherish for the rest of his existence. 

He and Danny had been dating for just a little over six months now and every day so far had been perfect if Damian was going to say so himself. The two had managed to balance one another perfectly. Danny was all fun and adventure whereas Damian was more organized and practical. He managed to keep Danny from failing all of his classes at Gotham University and in return, Danny helped him live a little. 

They had met in Damian’s art class. Danny was a current English student at Gotham University whereas Damian was an art student, so they would have never really crossed paths. Except Danny had apparently needed some extra money that semester and had taken a job as a model for Damian’s art class. It had been a semester of torture where Danny would shamelessly flirt with him as he stripped down to his birthday suit to pose in front of the class. It was as though he could tell that Damian found the idiot attractive and did everything he could to make the poor vigilante blush like a bumbling virgin. 

At the end of each class period, though, Danny would approach Damian and talk and laugh with him. They had found themselves building a friendship together. They would get lunch every Thursday between classes. Damian would walk Danny back to his dorm most nights as his art class ran from seven in the evening until nine and as a good and noble vigilante that Damian was, he used that as an excuse to walk Danny to his dorm each night. 

And after the final class of their fall semester, Danny had come up to Damian and shyly asked him to go out with him on a real date. Damian had become absolutely smitten at that point. They had gone to get dinner in Bludhaven so that Damian’s meddling siblings wouldn’t catch them. As much as he loved his family, Danny was not something he was quite yet ready to share with his family.  He wanted to hold Danny tight to his chest and keep him away from the insanity that was the Wayne family. 

It was after their third date that Danny had started behaving strange and nervous with Damian and it was during their weekly lunch date that had been moved to Mondays for their Spring semester that Danny had admitted that he needed to share a secret with Damian. 

That night Damian had been dragged to Danny’s tiny two bedroom apartment in the Bowery at the beginning of their Spring semester and had learned Danny’s secret status as a halfa. He had been half dead for six years at that point and had decided that if he and Damian were going to go any further in their relationship then he had to be honest about it. 

Damian had taken that as his chance to share his own secret with Danny. He had done the thing his family had told him to never do and told the civilian that really wasn’t a civilian if Damian thought about it, that he was Robin, the vigilante. Danny had whined relentlessly that it was just his luck that he, a former vigilante would somehow find himself dating a vigilante now that he was an adult. 

Damian had just chuckled and kissed Danny’s whines away, feeling light and at ease knowing that at least his beloved would understand what it meant to be a hero. Danny had been amazing about it, too. He had accepted that Damian would have late nights, that there would be days where he was sore and unable to do much. He would just have Damian come to his apartment and dote on him. He would create ice packs to chill Damian’s sore muscles, he would hold him tight on nights where Damian had failed to save someone and gave Damian the love and attention he needed and desired. 

He hadn’t realized just how emotionally constipated his family was until he had met Danny. Until he had learned about cuddle times and had gotten to experience the joys of dancing in the hallways to Andrew McMahon, Danny’s favorite singer when his songs would come on the radio that Danny had playing at all hours of the day. It was with Danny that he had finally learned that crying was okay, that he could cry when he was frustrated, that bottling things up could lead to his downfall. Danny had taught him what it was like to be human, something Damian would have never expected from someone who was barely human himself. 

It was with Danny that Damian had learned just what love was. That it wasn’t this fragile, delicate thing that you had to constantly protect. At least not with Danny. Danny’s love was fierce and strong. His love was what kept Damian’s nightmares at bay at night. Danny was the one who Damina found himself going to when he needed comfort, when he needed someone to just listen to his problems without trying to solve all of them for him. Danny was everything that Damian needed in a partner and he couldn’t have been more thankful to find him.

He had been what Danny needed too, from what Danny had told him. In the time that they had known one another he had learned quite a bit about Danny. How he had never gotten the stability he needed growing up. How he had never felt like he could rely on anyone in his family, not even his sister. He loved Jazz but even their relationship had grown distant with her sister constantly making Danny feel inferior or like he didn’t know as much as she did. His parents had been so obsessed with their inventions that they hadn’t even noticed their son had died for four years. According to Danny they hadn’t even noticed when he started transitioning to a man. They had to be told he was trans eventually because Jazz was losing her mind over the fact that the two just didn’t notice.

It wasn’t until Danny had packed up to move to Gotham for college that they had even learned about him being Phantom. And their relationship had just gotten even worse from there. He got Christmas cards and birthday cards, and a call every so often but that was the extent of their relationship. Jazz called to check up on him every so often but from what it sounded like they weren’t the best phone calls between the two of them. 

But it was okay, Damian was here for him. He provided Danny with the stability and comfort that he needed. He was here to be the rock when Danny needed to crumble and not be strong. He provided Danny with the things he had grown up without, just like Danny did for him.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect, no far from it! They were still just two twenty year olds in their third year of college trying to navigate the world. Danny worked a lot at his job at the Gotham University library where he was a writing tutor plus his second job at the coffee shop. Unlike Damian he didn’t have family to pay for college and had managed to secure enough scholarships to cover what his government aid wouldn’t. But he still had to pay for his apartment, something he had desperately wanted after being unable to shift to his Phantom form at his dorm room for so long. It didn’t help that Danny vehemently refused to allow Damian to pay for anything for him, citing that he had no desire to be a sugar baby.

Between classes, Danny’s two jobs, and Damian’s job as Robin, the two were unable to spend nearly as much time together as Damian wanted and it had caused issues in the past. But that was fine, they were always able to move past that. 

They loved one another and love would get them through just about anything.

Damian wiped his hands on his rag as he looked around. He was currently in Danny’s apartment, waiting for the other to get back from his job at the coffee shop so that they could leave for dinner. It had happened about a month ago when Danny gave Damian a key to his apartment, citing that he wanted to give Damian a place to escape from his family when he needed. Which was appreciated. 

Damian loved his family and he thoroughly enjoyed living at the manor where he had nothing to worry about but the older he got he needed more space. And Danny’s apartment provided him with that space, and if there were a few drawers that were emptied so that Damian could store his things there? Well no one needed to know about it aside from him and Danny. 

The doorbell rang, sounding throughout the room, causing Damian to frown as he set his paint rag down and started out of the bedroom Danny used as his study room/office and made his way to the door, grabbing one of his birdarangs just to be on the safe side. Danny hadn’t said anything to him about expecting guests. 

He hadn’t said anything about anyone coming over, no packages, nothing of the sort. Damian looked through the peephole and his frown deepened when he found his mother standing on the otherside with what looked like a baby carrier in her hands. 

He swung the door open and frowned. “Mother, what are you doing here?”

She grinned and stepped into the house, pushing past Damian as she did so. 

“Oh Habibi! It has been so long since I’ve seen your precious face,” she crooned, setting the carrier down to throw her arms out and hug Damian. The former assassin simply took a step back and gave his mother a look. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, giving her a clear view of his weapon. 

She sighed and picked up the carrier once more. “I learned you were in a relationship with another man! I have brought you a gift to celebrate!” She said, thrusting the carrier into Damian’s hands. “I know that men cannot have children with other men, so I made you a child! One that is a clone of both you and Mr. Fenton.”

“Mother! You cannot just make us a child,” he hissed just as Danny walked through the door and looked between the two. Talia turned to look at Danny and grinned. 

“And you are the young man that my son is so smitten with!” she exclaimed. Damian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. His mother had been doing everything she could to get back into Damian’s good graces the last few years and her displays of affection were steadily growing more and more over the top but this took the cake. To make him and Danny a baby to care for?

They had only been dating for six months! Had only known one another for a year! They weren’t ready for a child, not yet anyway! 

“Babe? What’s going on? Why do you have a baby?” Danny asked slowly, looking between Talia, Damian, and the baby carrier. 

“My mother thought that as our six month anniversary we were ready to raise a child together. She assumed that as we were both men, we would be unable to procreate and too matters into her own hands.”

Danny stared at him for a moment, and Damian could tell that his mind was doing mental gymnastics. “But I’m-”

“Yes, I know Daniel. But mother did not and she decided to be meddling,” he said, glaring at his mother.

“What are you talking about?” Talia asked, looking between the two. “You are both men, how else would you be able to get a child with that in the way?”

“Do not worry about that mother, just know that it was not necessary,” Damian hissed before Danny let out a curse. 

“This is the second time a fruit loop made a clone of me!” he whined, coming over to take the baby carrier from Damian. He carried the baby out of the room, leaving both Damian and his mother to stare behind him in confusion. Daniel had never told him he had been cloned before? How did he forget to mention such an important piece of information? 

… 

Danny and Damian soon found themselves staring at a sleeping little girl. She looked to be roughly three months old by Damian’s calculations, he held his intertwined hands at his mouth as he looked over the little girl. 

“She has your nose,” Danny said softly, pushing the visor back on the carrier so that they could better look at her. 

“She has your mouth,” Damian murmured, unable to look away from the precious little girl in front of him. She had only been in Danny’s apartment for an hour and already Damian was in love with her.

“How are we going to raise a baby?” Danny asked with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. 

“We will coparent, of course,” Damian said with a scoff. 

“No offense baby, but you still haven’t even told your family about me. What are they going to do when you come home with a whole ass baby?”

“What if,” Damian started, his heart speeding up just a bit as he prepared to ask the question he had been wanting to ask Danny for the last two months. “What if I just moved in with you and we raised her together here? You have that second bedroom, we can clear it out and turn it into a nursery. I can pay half of the utilities and rent, then you will be able to quit your job at the coffee shop. Our class schedules are already opposite from one anothers with your classes in the morning and mine in the evening,” Damian said. 

“Yeah but you do that so you can sleep in after patrol,” Danny pointed out. 

Damian shrugged his shoulders. “I have gone years with running on minimal hours of sleep. I will survive while we complete the last year and a half of our studies. We start classes in a few weeks, we have some time to get started on a routine with her and we will go from there.”

“And if there is any overlap in our schedules?”

“Other students bring their children with them to class all the time, we can do the same,” Damian said simply. “We can do this, Danny. If anyone can do this, it’s us.”

Danny nodded and looked at the baby. “I know you said your mother was part of an assassin cult, but I didn’t realize that meant she knew how to make clones. Also, how did she get my DNA?”

“She’s an assassin, I do not know,” Damian said and shrugged his shoulders. “And yes, mother has a tendency to make clones of me, usually they are sent with the mission to kill me. This is the first time she has create a clone of me that is simply meant to be my child.”

“Oh cool! I had a clone made of me by my godfather to kill me! She’s like my cousin now, she’s travelling the Infinite Realms at the moment. I haven’t seen her in years!” Danny said with a grin. 

Damian let out a soft chuckle as he leaned over and rested his head on Danny’s shoulder. “I love you, you goofball.”

Danny laughed and kissed the top of Damian’s head. “I love you too,” he said softly. “You’re going to have to tell your family that you’re moving out of the house you know.”

“I know and they are going to have far too many questions that I am not interested in answering,” he huffed out. 

His boyfriend simply snickered again and kissed the top of Damian’s head once more before resting his cheek upon it. 

“She looks like a Damiana,” he joked. Damian crinkled his nose. 

“Absolutely not. Our daughter needs a more sophisticated name. My grandmother’s name was Martha.”

“That’s na old lady’s name, we’re not naming our baby Martha,” Danny said, taking Damian’s hand and winding their fingers together. “What about Hannah?”

“No, doesn’t suit her. What about Dahlia? It is a flower and –”

“Reminds me of the black dahlia and a little too close to your mother’s name. Which, I don’t know if I should be mad at her for cloning me without my consent, or thank her because now I have an adorable baby that I have no clue how to raise. Oh my ancients, Dami, we’re going to have to buy parenting books! Both of us were raised with terrible parents! Talia is an assassin who raised her own baby to be one, Bruce is an emotional consitpated vigilante who allowed all of his children to become vigilantes before the age of fourteen! My parents weren’t that bad but they were neglectful as shit and I ended up being raised by my sister instead! Neither of us know how to be a parent.”

“We can get parenting books, not to worry,” Damian laughed. “What about Cecilia? After that song you like?”

Danny let out a hum. “I like it, Cecilia Grace, maybe?” He asked. “Cecilia Grace Fenton Wayne. What a fuckin’ mouthful.”

Damian chuckled. “I like it, Cecilia Grace,” he whispered before Danny shrugged him off of his shoulder and leaned forward. Damian watched as Danny unclasped the buckles and pulled the sleeping girl out of the seat and cradled her close to his chest. A soft purr escaped from Danny, making Damian smile at the little display of his ghost side. 

“Hi Cecilia, I’m your daddy,” Danny whispered, running a hand over the head full of black curls. “And this is your-”

“Your papa,” Damian decided, not wanting his child to grow up with the same rules he did. She would never call either of them father, she needed to call them something more comforting, more familial and less stiff and proper. 

Danny glanced over at him, a soft red painted his cheeks. “She’s perfect, Dami,” he whispered, running his hand over her hair once more. “We have so much to figure out.”

“And we will, we will figure all of this out together,” Damian said, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist and resting his chin on Danny’s shoulder so that he could look down at the little girl, at his daughter. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but here they were with a small baby between them and the very beginning stages of building their own little family. 

Now he just needed to figure out hwo he was going to announce to his family that he was abruptly moving out of the manor to move in with his boyfriend and daughter without arising suspicion from his family. This wasn’t how he was planning on doing this. 

He thought he would get to tell his family he was in a relationship, bring Danny over for dinner and let them get to meet him that way. Maybe they would date for a few more months before Damian finally got the guts to ask Danny if he could move in, and then the two would look for a new apartment when Danny’s lease was up. 

Of course, things did not always happen the way someone expected them to. They rarely did go according to plan in Damian’s life, at least. But at least this instance, it ended with a perfect little gift. 

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Day 7: Distant Relatives | Engrave

Danny froze as he washed the dishes, a shiver went down his spine. Something was coming, he could feel it. He wasn’t sure what it was but disaster was in the air. 

A loud knock sounded through the house, jarring Danny from his reverie. He turned over to where Damian was sitting at the table feeding Cecilia. 

“Were you expecting someone?” he asked, setting the dirty dish back in the sink, shutting off the water, and drying his hands off with a towel. 

“No, Richard is in Bludhaven, Jason is with the Outlaws in space and the others are all busy with their day jobs. I don’t know who would be here,” he said, pulling a birdarang from where it was stashed under the chair. Danny just waved his hand and walked towards the front door and looked through the peephole and let out a curse. 

“Damian Wayne, what did you do?” he hissed, turning to glare at his brother. 

Damian frowned. “I didn’t do anything, what are you talking about?”

“My parents and my sister are here, Damian. Why would they just show up?” he demanded. 

“Darling, I swear I did not call them,” Damian said, looking even more confused than Danny felt. 

A loud knock sounded on the door once again and Danny just let out a sigh before he opened the door to his Father, his fist raised in the air as though he was ready to knock once more. 

“Dad! Mom!” Danny said, giving them a forced smile before he saw Jazz behind them. A small smile on her face. “And Jazz!”

“Oh honey, you look like you’re losing weight,” Maddie said, stepping into the room to look Danny over. Danny stared at his mother in surprise as she looked him over. 

“What’s going on?” he asked slowly. “You guys haven’t come to visit me since I moved. Why the sudden appearance?” 

“We were watching the news and saw a picture of you with your boyfriend and baby!” Maddie exclaimed, looking around the room curiously. 

“So you took that to mean you needed to come to visit me out of the blue when you haven’t called me since my birthday and you’ve never come to visit before?” Danny asked slowly, looking between his family members in distrust.

“Yes,” she said simply as they stepped into the apartment. 

“Danny, we’ve been wanting to talk with you for a while now but we didn’t know how to go about it,” Jack said, glancing over at where Damian stood, holding Cecilia to his chest. “And we didn’t think over the phone would be the best way to do it. So when we saw on the news that you had a baby we thought it would be the perfect time to come and talk to you! And meet your family!”

Danny just let out a sigh and led them toward the living room. He didn’t even think about his family seeing the paparazzi pictures of him and Damian with Cecilia when they were out and about. But then again, Damian Wayne was the Wayne kid that the public was most curious about considering how secretive he was about everything. He never did interviews and was known for threatening to kill reporters any time they got too close to him. Of course, the world was curious about him becoming a family man.

“I will grab some refreshments,” Damian said slowly before he gave Danny their daughter and left the bathroom. Danny glared at his boyfriend, the fucking coward. 

“So, what did you need to talk about?” Danny asked, clutching onto Cecilia like a lifeline. She was the only thing keeping him from having a complete and total panic attack right now. 

“We’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Maddie said softly, a small, sad smile on her face. Neither of them were in their jumpsuits. Jack was in plaid and jeans for once and Maddie was surprisingly in a light purple dress. They looked like normal parents and not insane, mad scientists. “We did not handle learning that you were Phantom very well and we took that out on you. We should have never done that. We treated you poorly and it was because of our own failings.”

Jack swallowed and gave Damian s quiet thanks as he sat a glass of water in front of him. “It’s very hard to look your child in the eye and learn that you killed him,” he said softly. “We didn’t know how to react. We didn’t know what to do about it. How do you look your child in the eye after learning that your creation is what murdered him?”

“It changed everything for us,” Maddie whispered, wringing her hands in her lap nervously. “But instead of trying to make it up to you, we distanced ourselves. We–we didn’t know how to react. How do you respond when your baby has died but is also still partially alive and is also the very thing you’ve sworn to destroy your entire life? Our entire worldview had been rocked to its very core.”

“We aren’t making excuses. How we behaved was not okay,” Jack said, taking a sip of his water. “We should have been there to provide you with support.”

“You had to grieve,” Danny said softly, rubbing Lia’s back softly. “You just found out your son died. It wasn’t fair, you’re right. But I don’t know how I would react if I found out that Cecilia died and turned into something that I had hated my entire life,” he said. “It hurt, though.”

“And if you will give us the chance, we will make it right, Danny,” Maddie said, reaching over to rest her hand on his knee. “And we’re sorry, we’re very sorry for how we’ve behaved these last few years. It was not fair to you to not take your feelings into account.”

“It was really hard,” he said quietly. “I thought you guys hated me. I thought I had lost my entire family. And then any time I got on the phone with Jazz it was just for her to berate me for not reaching out to you guys and for making what she thought were bad decisions. It felt like all three of you had just decided I wasn’t good enough to be a part of your family anymore. That I wasn’t worth it.

“I-I didn’t know I made you feel that way,” Jazz said, her face falling. “Danny I’m so sorry I never meant for you to feel like that. I don’t, I don’t always realize that what I’m saying can be hurtful.”

“I’ve felt isolated from you all for years. And you never invited me home for Christmas or any other holiday. I thought you guys just didn’t want me around.”

“We thought you wanted space,” Maddie admitted. “We thought that’s why you moved to Gotham in the first place, to get away from us.”

“It sounds to me that you all are horrible at communication,” Damian said, looking over at Danny with a smug smile. 

“Not another word, Damian Wayne,” he said softly, glaring daggers at his boyfriend. Damian just grinned and looked back at the Fenton family. 

“As someone else who comes from a family of bad communication, it sounds like you all just need to sit and talk about everything. But before you do that, I would like to introduce myself,” he said and stood up to shake the Fenton’s hands. “I’m Damian Wayne, Danny’s boyfriend and the other father to our child.”

Maddie pulled him for a tight hug. “It’s so nice to know Danny has had someone here in Gotham to look out for him,” she said, hugging him tight. 

Damian just gave her a small smile and sat once more. “And that is our daughter, Cecilia Grace,” he said, looking over at where Danny still clutched the baby tight.

“She’s beautiful,” Jack cooed, looking down at the girl in awe. “Did you carry her?”

Danny laughed and shook his head. “No, it seems I’m not the only person in the world who has weird family members who like to make clones. Damian’s mother made her for us, she’s a clone of both of our DNA. Physically she’s eight months old, chronologically she’s five months,” Danny said, looking down at the girl. 

“She has heterochromia!” Maddie exclaimed, looking at the girl’s one green eye and one blue. 

“Did she inherit your ghost side?” Jack asked, a gleam in his eye before he straightened. “Sorry, that was just–”

Danny shook his head. “You’re fine, Dad. But yeah, she got some of my powers. Not everything, she doesn’t have a ghost form. But she goes through walls, can disappear, and fly. It’s a little stressful if I’m going to be honest with you.”

“Have you been doing anything to help while she’s still small and unable to control it?” Maddie asked, going into scientist mode. 

“Yeah, we have a ghost shield around the apartment, we turn it off when we leave but it does it does keep her contained to just our apartment even when she decided to float off, she just ran into the ceiling.”

“And you’re okay with being cloned? I know the thing with Vlad, wasn’t very good?” Jazz said with a frown. 

“Yeah, it’s different. We talked about it for a while and his mom had good intentions, she just went about it the wrong way,” Danny said with a small smile. 

The next few hours were filled with the family catching up and Damian getting to know his boyfriend’s family, there were times when it was awkward and tense but overall, it was nice. The night ended with Danny going to bed with a small smile and the Fenton’s checking into a motel room so that they could continue to catch up for another few days. 

It seemed like everything was finally falling into place, and Damian and Danny not only had a happy family of their own, but a giant support system to help them raise their little girl. They were all the satellites and Cecilia was the sky that they were all wrapped up in. 

EPILOGUE 

Three years later

Danny smiled as he curled up beside his husband, their fingers intertwined as they watched a movie on their television. Their daughter was already down for bed for the night and that meant it was time for Danny and Damian’s weekly movie night. Once a week once their daughter was asleep, the couple would curl up together and just spend time together. It was their date night in. 

They used to go out once a week for dates but well, things changed and movie nights were just easier at this point. Danny blamed Damian for that but his husband vehemently refused to take credit for it, citing that it was both of their fault. 

“It’s getting close to being time,” Damian said, glancing down at his husband who was curled up against his side. 

“I know, it’s kinda scary, and weird, I don’t know how else to even explain it,” he said with a chuckle. 

Damian went to respond only for a knock to sound on their door. He frowned and slowly moved Danny away from him. He carefully placed the blankets and pillows back around his husband until all you could see was Danny’s adorable face. Domain leaned down and kissed him softly before he went to the door and found his mother. 

“Mother? What are you doing here this late? Cecilia is asleep,” he said, frowning. The last few years his mother had come by randomly to drop off gifts for her granddaughter and to dote on Cecilia. She had somehow managed to become a rather wonderful grandmother. 

Damian didn’t trust it whatsoever. 

Especially when her last gift to Cecilia had been a knife, the girl was three. Damian had just gently reminded his mother that she would not be involved in their sort of lives and would have a normal childhood. From what he and Danny had gathered, she did have good intentions, she just wasn’t the best at showing them. 

“Habibi,” she said with a smile as Damian let her into the house. “I came to visit you and your husband. I had a proposition,” she said. 

Damian crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a look. “And what would that be?”

“I know last time I made Cecilia I did not ask for your permission and after the lecture I got from both you and Bruce, I thought this time I would ask first. You have been married for two years and Cecilia is now three years old,” Talia said with a small smile as Damian led her to the living room so that she could take a seat. She looked between Danny and Damian and let out a breath. “Do you think she would want a little brother or sister? I hear this is typically the perfect age to try for a second child.”

Danny let out a laugh and took off the blankets and pillows that surrounded him. “I think we have that covered,” he said, rubbing his stomach carefully. 

Talia stared at Danny in shock. “But how? You are a man? You cannot have children?”

Damian let out a groan and buried his face in his hands. “He’s transgender, Mother. He was born as a female and as the anatomy of one. We decided last year to try for another and Danny stopped taking his testosterone so that we could have a second child. He’s due in just a few weeks,” Damian said, sitting beside his husband and helping the man sit up. He was as large as a whale, although Damina wouldn’t dare say something like that to his husband. 

He had already learned the hard way that pregnancy had made Danny an absolute tyrant. 

Talia blinked owlishly at the two. “Well, I suppose you will not need my assistance, then,” she said before producing two small gift boxes from her pockets. “I still would like to give you these. And when your next child is born, I will have one made for them as well.”

Damian took the gift boxes and gave one to Danny. He smiled as he opened it up to find a necklace with a small heart hanging from it. Engraved in the heart was the name Cecilia in beautiful script. 

“I apologize for overstepping my boundaries and creating Cecilia without asking for permission but I am so glad that she has given you both so much joy. And I cannot wait for you to have your second child. I know that I have not been the best mother and I realize that, but I am so thankful that you have allowed me to be in Cecilia’s life.”

“We’re glad to have you in our life too, Talia, even if you keep trying to give Lia weapons,” Danny said with a chuckle, his eyes watery as he looked down at the necklace. “Sorry, pregnancy has my feelings all over the place right now.”

“I understand,” Talia said with a soft laugh. “Well, I shall let the two of you get back to your movie night. Congratulations.”

“We’re having a daughter,” Danny said as Damian helped him stand up. He waddled over to Talia and gave her a tight hug. “We’re going to name her Talia, after the woman who blessed us with our first daughter.”

Talia gave Danny a small smile and hugged the man tight. Damian just smiled as he watched the two before Danny grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hug. 

“Thank you,” Damian told his mother once the three separated. “I will let you know once Danny gives birth so that you can come met your newest granddaughter.”

“I would like that,” the assassin said with a small smile before she left the two back to their movie. Danny smiled as Damain helped him back onto the couch and pressed a kiss to his large stomach and then to his lips. 

“I love you,” he murmured, brushing hair out of Danny’s face. 

The halfa laughed and kissed his husband once more. “And I love you.”

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[disillusioneddanny]

Day 3 Adoption || Learning

Damian smiled as he laid on the couch, Cecilia fast asleep on his chest as he read his chapter for his Art History class. He was currently holding the book in the air, making sure to box in the baby as he read through the words, although none of it was actually sticking with him if he was going to be honest with himself. He was slightly too captivated by the soft breaths that escaped his daughter’s mouth every few seconds. 

While he was still annoyed with his mother for going and creating a clone child without his or Danny’s consent, he also couldn’t be too angry at her either. Damian had never felt so happy so at peace in his life. This precious little girl was probably one of the greatest gifts he had been given and he was going to treasure her for the rest of his existence. And he knew that Danny felt a similar way considering the way his boyfriend would just hold Cecilia close to his chest and whisper in her ear just how much he loved and adored her. 

Yes. they were both completely and totally captivated by this little girl and she had only been in their lives for two weeks now. 

Classes had just started up for the fall semester and the two were finally getting to see if their idea for a routine would work for the couple and their daughter. It was currently morning, ten in hte morning to be precise and Danny was in his Critical Thinking and Literature class while Damian was home with the baby. He had just woken from his post patrol’s nap and thankfully his daughter had been more than happy to just sleep in that morning. Thankfully she was a rather easy baby to deal with. He would soon have to wake her up so that he could get her bottle prepared and have her fed and bathed for the day. He wasn’t entirely sure what their plans for today would be. 

He hadn’t really thought that far ahead quite yet but he figured anything would be fine. Danny would be done with classes at twelve thirty and then Damian would head to campus for his own classes at one thirty where he would be until nine in the evening and then come back to change for his nightly patrols as Robin. 

Danny would have her from that time and would send Damian hourly photos of their precious little girl so that he would be able to actually concentrate on what was going on in class rather than worrying about the baby. And worry he did. 

Damian hated being away from Cecilia. He knew how dangerous this world was and he didn’t like the idea of anything happening to his girl. He was thankful, though, that he happened to be dating an eldritch horror who had absolutely no problem destroying anyone who dared to lay a hand on their daughter. 

Danny had been horrified at first when he had learned just how protective ghosts were of their children, apparently, they would be willing to cross any lines to protect them and Danny was the same way with their daughter. He had been embarrassed at how he had behaved in front of Damian’s siblings but Damian had to admit, he first off found it insanely attractive, and second, he found it comforting to know that even his gentle boyfriend would do anything that was necessary to keep their daughter safe and sound. It had DAmian feeling far more assured of his daughter’s safety and wellness. 

Maybe he was just paranoid but he was constantly worried his mother was up to more than she said she was or that this entire thing was far too good to be true. But Danmian tried his best to stay positive, to remind himself that no, his mother had actually done this to be kind in her own, strange, special way. 

Even if it was a little strange to gift the two a daughter after only six months of dating but it was Talia, it made perfect sense for the woman to do something like that. 

Damian looked away from his book as he felt his daughter start to stir on his chest and looked down at her and smiled. 

“Hey little one,” he murmured, setting his book to the side before he picked her up and cradled her close as he sat up on the couch. “Did you have a good nap?” He cooed, running his fingers through her hair, trying to fix the knots that had formed in her sleep. Little eyes opened to show her heterochromatic eyes and Damian smiled. 

She was unique and absolutely beautiful. One blue eye and one green. He cooed at her some more as he stood up and started towards the kitchen where he set her in her little chair, fastened her in, and started getting to work on her bottle. He quickly went through the motions of pouring the powdered substance into the water and shook the bottle up slightly before he put it in the warmer for her. He then went back to the baby, picked her up, and smiled. 

“You smell disgusting,” he said bluntly. “I wanted to change your diaper that entire time you were napping but I feared that it would wake you up and upset you,” he said as he carried her to her nursery to get started on changing her disgusting diaper. He crinkled his nose as he wiped her butt and threw everything in the garbage before he thoroughly sanitized his hands and dressed her in a blue onesie and black pants, the pants showing a little Nightwing insignia on the butt. He shook his head at the outfit sighting at his brother’s ridiculousness for gifting Cecilia something so stupid. 

If Damian had it his way, his darling daughter would never be a vigilante or be a part of the lifestyle. He and Danny had already agreed that it was not something they wanted her wrapped in and would do everything they could to give her a normal life. 

Damian was already prepared to step down as Robin if the need came. He would never in a million years put his daughter through something like that, not if she didn’t have to be a part of it, at least. He left his daughter laying on the changing table to cross the room and grab a pair of socks and shoes for her and let out a gasp as he turned around to find her gone. 

“Cecilia?” He called when he heard a soft gurgling that sounded just like his daughter. “Darling? Where are you?” he asked, looking around the room when the gurgling sounded again, this time above him. Damian looked up to find the little girl floating mid-air and let out a gasp. 

He was going to murder Daniel and his ridiculous ghost powers. Damian immediately jumped into the air and grabbed her, cradling her tight to his chest as he started searching for his phone. 

This was bad, this was very bad. If Cecilia had inherited her father’s powers of flight, what other powers of his did she get? Could she disappear? Could she go intangible and density shift the way Daniel did? How had they not realized that she had ghost powers? This felt like a massive oversight on their part for not even thinking about the possibility of Cecilia becoming half ghost like her father!

But was she truly a halfa or was she just a quarter considering Damian had no ghostly gifts of his own? Was the fact that he had died enough to be a recessive gene? Damian didn’t know! For all his talents, unfortunately, biology was not something he was advanced in! He had passed the class in high school of course but that had been years ago. 

Damian found his phone setting on the coffee table in the living room and immediately called his boyfriend. He sighed as it rang and rang and rang, no answer coming from his beloved as he went to voicemail. Damian cursed before apologizing to his daughter and called his boyfriend once again. 

“Dami? I’m in class, what’s going on? Is Cecilia okay?”

“I need you to get home right this instant Daniel! We had an oversight!” Damian rushed out, still clutching Cecilia to his chest, afraid to let go for fear of her turning intangible or flying off once more. At least like this, she was calm and barely moved too much. 

“What’s going on?”

“She has powers!” 

Danny was quiet for a moment. “I’m coming home right now,” he said. “In my room in the top drawer, there is a box of ghost tech. I know it looks sketchy but there’s like a bracelet kinda thing, put that on her wrist and press the button. It’ll keep her from being able to use her powers until I get there,” Danny said. 

“Okay, why do you have something like that?” Damian asked, clutching Cecilia to his chest as he walked to their bedroom and went through the drawer Danny was talking about and found the bracelet. It was god awful and wouldn’t fit his daughter’s wrist. 

“Ghost hunters for parents, Dami. I took some of their stuff with me when I left,” Danny said with a laugh. “Did you find it?”

“Daniel, this won’t fit her,” Damian said. 

“Just put it on Babe,” Danny said with a sigh as the wind started to whistle through the phone. 

“Are you flying?” Damian asked, surprise lacing his voice. Danny very rarely used his powers these days. Despite Damian constantly trying to assure him that his father wouldn’t mind, Danny stayed worried that Batman would be pissed about a meta-adjacent person in his city. 

“Yes! I’ll be home in just a few minutes, now put the bracelet on and press the button.”

Damian sighed but did as his boyfriend said and put the giant bracelet on his daughter’s tiny hand and pressed the button. It lit up and suddenly a green hue surrounded the girl. 

“What is this?”

“A ghost shield, personal ghost shield to be exact, she can’t escape it without you pressing that button. Don’t worry she can still breathe and all that jazz,” he said. Damian just let out a huff and looked at his daughter’s little face. 

“I knew that things were far too easy for us,” he said with a chuckle. “You were going to find something eventually to stress me and your daddy out, huh?”

The little girl just stared up at him, shoving her hand in her mouth. Damian smiled and shook his head as he walked out of the room and back to the kitchen to get her bottle and get the poor thing fed so that she wouldn’t eat her own hand. 

Damian grabbed the bottle and curled up on the couch just as Danny appeared through the ceiling like the barbarian he was and looked between Damian and the now-drinking baby. He took a seat beside them and made grabby hands for the baby. The man was in his ghost form, a sight that Damian rarely saw but damn was he attractive in that form. There was just something about how powerful he looked with those bright green eyes and sharp fangs that just got to Damian. 

Damian sighed and placed her in his hands. Danny smiled at her and tickled at her small little fat roll under her neck. 

“She has a tiny little core,” Danny said, pressing his hand to her chest before he phased it through and pulled a small object the size of a marble out. 

“Won’t she die without that?” Damian shouted, alarmed. 

Danny shook his head. “No, she’s mostly human, Dames. This little thing is literally just giving her some ghost powers and that’s it. But even then, since I’m her ghost parent, I have the power to hold it and check on it when I need to. It’s a ghost parent thing,” Danny explained, turning the marble-sized core around this way and that in his hands. “She’s only a very small part ghost since you’re completely human and I’m half. I don’t know the science behind all of it but she’ll never turn into a ghost or have a second form. I imagine she’s just going to have some of my powers, flight, invisibility, the basics. I don’t even know if her core is actually going to give her a special gift.”

“A special gift?” Damian asked. 

Danny nodded and pressed the core back into their daughter’s chest, his hand turning intangible for a moment before he pulled it back and wiggled his fingers a little, snow sprinkled down from his hand, a small smile on his face as it did. 

“My core is an ice core,” he explained. “Which gives me ice powers. Lia’s is just pure ecto so I’m gonna take a bet that it’s just because she’s still half me and got some of my ectoplasm when she was created. When my other clone was created, she was made of me and just me so she was also a halfa. Her core was different than mine, though, since she was her own person. If I recall, it was a wind core.”

“Was?” Damian asked, looking down at his baby, a sudden lump in his throat. 

“Yes, she died a few years ago,” Danny said quietly. “But she wasn’t a clone like Ceceilia is, she was created by a madman who didn’t know what he was doing and she was too unstable.  Cecilia is stable, I can feel it in her, she’s got enough human in her that she’s not at risk of destabilizing the same way.”

Damian nodded before he pulled his daughter back to him from Danny, feeling a sudden urge to hold her tight. He had this baby for less than a month but if anything happened to her, Damian was sure he’d destroy the entire world. He didn’t know how Danny didn’t do something drastic when his last clone had died, it sounded like he cared about her a lot. 

“I’m sorry, about your clone,” Damian said softly. 

Danny just gave him a small, sad smile. “She was surrounded by the people who loved her,” he said softly. “She wasn’t alone when she destabilized.”

“I’m glad you got to be there for her, then,” Damian said, leaning over to give Danny a soft kiss. “I love you, thank you for getting here so fast.”

“I love you too,” Danny said with a small smile, that sad look still in his eyes as he looked at Cecilia. “Now, just keep onto her, I’m going to go ghost-proof our house so someone doesn’t accidentally phase through the ceiling while we’re asleep.”

“You just had to put that fear into my mind,” Damian said with a sigh as Danny got off of the couch and ran back to their room. 

“Sorry!” He called back at him. Damian sighed and curled up with Cecilia as she continued with her bottle. 

“Your daddy is a mess,” Damian said with a chuckle. “But we love him anyway.”

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