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You guys ever think about how Bruce feels when one of the batlings call him Dad? Or refer to him as their dad? Or how he feels when he steps into a fatherly role for a bat?

I mean yeah its mostly done in public, Dick has always called Bruce Dad or refer to him as his father since he was old enough to go to galas. And yeah at first the word felt like nails scraping down a chalk board because Bruce isn't worth being a dad, not in his head at least. He was still in his twenties, and Dick already had a dad. One who loved him. But he tolerates the word anyway, because its just to keep up appearing right?

Nowadays, having repaired their severed relationship, Bruce wants to hear the word. He misses it but he doesn't dare ask. But when he reveals that he officially adopted Dick and he hugs him and says "I love you Dad." Bruce can't help but cry, sob quietly as he clutches his son in his arms. "I don't want to replace your father." He says, begging his voice to not waver, it doesn't listen. "You're not," Dick responds, "You're just standing on the same level as him. My dads and my mom. My parents."

When Barbara becomes Batgirl Bruce is terrified. He knows the kind of sick freaks out there, who ogle her in her Batgirl suit. It makes his blood boil the way any father's would. Except he isn't her father. She has Jim for that. And even if she's dating Dick, Bruce can't seem to figure out why he's treating her like this, why he's keeping her patrol limited, why he's texting Commissioner Gordon in panic whenever she's late. Jim laughs and says its like they're co parents and something in Bruce's heart jabs.

When she's paralyzed by the Joker Bruce isn't sure what to do. He pays her medical bills and has a back and forth with Jim, "Its my fault he found out she was Batgirl!", "He didn't, he did it because she's a Gordon! It's my fault!". Bruce crues over her in the comatose state, apologizing over and over, its his fault, his minds been made up. When she becomes Oracle there's nothing he wouldn't do to accommodate her. Barbara may not legally be his daughter, but she kind of it his first daughter.

When Jason comes around and starts calling Bruce dad at galas, he's more comfortable around the word. He can be a dad to Jason, Jason didn't get to have a good dad but Bruce bought a parenting book (What to Expect when Moving from Raising One Kid to Two) and he's handling it. But then he dies and Bruce is met with the guilt of knowing that he failed his son. Because even though Dick was his ward and first born, Jason was the first one he was okay with referring to as a son.

And then he came back and Bruce is no longer dad. He's B or Old Man. Its better than "the asshole who let me die" so he'll take what he can get. Except once at a gala Jason has a bit of a Freudian slip and refers to Bruce as his dad and he leaves the room to burst into tears. Jason doesn't hate him and while he's grateful part of his mind knows he should. He deserves to be hated, Jason is just too much of a good person to do it. But it doesn't matter, Jason's still his son and his heart still stutters whenever he's reminded of that. Jason is his son, his boy.

When he meets Tim, Bruce is scared all over again. He doesn't want to be Tim's dad. Tim already has a dad—and in Bruce's self loathing mind, a neglectful father is still better than whatever impersonation of a dad he could be. But Tim is stubborn, he latches on and somewhere along the lines after his emancipation, Bruce realizes that he's Tim's dad. And he wants to be Tim's dad. And he won't fail Tim the way he did Dick or Jason, he made too many mistakes with them.

Tim sometimes feels out of place. Bruce doesn't know why, he belongs into their family (cult as Jason says affectionately) and Bruce will always remind him of that. Tim is his son and Bruce will never get over that, he gets to see this boy grow up to be great. And maybe when Tim's sleep deprived he calls Bruce dad, but thats between him, Tim and the tear stained pillow on Bruce's bed.

And then there's Steph. Stephanie Brown forced her way into the Batfamily by dating Tim and even after they broke up, she's not leaving. And Bruce doesn't want her to. She's made it clear she doesn't want to be a Wayne officially, she's fine just being Steph. Except, Bruce kind of thinks Steph is like his daughter too. She's not just some random girl he finds overly bubbly, her bubbliness reminds him if Dick, her street smarts remind him of Jason. But despite that Steph is so unique. And even if she has a dad, Bruce can't help it. He personally decorated a room at the manor for her, had it painted purple and everything. Steph might not be a Wayne by name, but she is in everything else. And Bruce is kind of okay with that.

And then there's the two kids who refer to him as their dad all the time.

Cassandra Cain becomes Cassandra Wayne and she never looks back. She rarely speaks, she's content with sign language and you best believe the rest of the family learns it to communicate with her comfortably. But something in Bruce's heart flutters when she refers to him as Dad. When she signs about one of her dance recitals, Don't forget dad! Or when she's bragging and boasting at a gala about him, My dad's not like that! He's really nice!

And then there's Damian. He couldn't run away from being his father if he wanted to. Which he doesn't. Damian called him Father, rather stiffly for the first two years together. But then one day he's talking to Jon and Bruce isn't trying to eavesdrop but he's not perfect do he does and he hears Damian refer to him as Baba and he almost trips over his own feet. Damian, ever the observer, notices him immediately and then he's suddenly calling him Baba more often, Baba I'm going to walk Titus or Baba, Grayson is trying to hug me again. Doesn't matter the context, hearing Damian utter the endearment makes his heart melt every damn time.

But when Duke rolls around, heartbroken and unfairly orphaned, Bruce is terrified all over again. He's not ready to force Duke into accepting him as a father, Duke has a dad. Bruce doesn't want to replace him. But Duke, much like Tim, latches on. He needs a father. He needs one to guide him, to help him forge his own path. And Bruce can't help himself. He's a father. He's Dukes father.

Bruce being a dad but hating himself for it while loving his kids but hating that he's forced to be their dad because the world was cruel to them.

[coralnoodle]

7 for the cuddling prompts bro (if you feel like it, dw)

7. For comfort

i enter from the left field with unannounced bog dad art, enjoy

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[hobbitsnapes]

The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 12

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @tyuuniverse)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

Each day that goes by, his wounds start to heal. Bones start to go back into place, each cut scabbing over, some like the one on his cheekbone turning into another scar. Each time he lifts his body, Excruciating pain doesn’t flood him. Each step growing easier as the date go by. But the one thing that grows more painful, is his heart. Each time he thinks of her, a pain shoots through his heart as he remembers. Each time his face rubs across his silk pillowcase, it brings him back to the softness of her dress that she wore countless times. The feel of the warm bedding surrounding him reminding him of the warmth she had whenever she would hug or lean into him. Each night he dreams of her soothing laughter. But as if his brain wants him to suffer, he simultaneously hears her scream out when the blade cut into her back. The two images of her warm smile gracing her face, and the look of shear pain and hurt when he found her in the bathroom. Any touch to his lips reminding him of the feel of her lips on his. The warmth that once flooded him whenever he thought about her, now a deep pain, that almost feels hollow. Each day he sinks further and further into pain due to thinking of her. Pain and anger fueling him each time. ‘Why, why does she do it? She knows it’s not right. She knows the difference.’ He thinks. Thoughts flossing his head of the what if’s, all the times he should have known, and all the confusion flooding him. He had been raised from birth to kill, not knowing anything different until he was 10. She knows that she shouldn’t do this, that taking a life is not the answer. But she does it anyway. Why, why was the one person he fell for, had to be fighting the same battle, but on the other side?

He’s very thankful, each person in the house coming to aid in his recovery. Tim even coming in to give him a bowl of pumpkin soup. And each one being either kind enough, or too afraid to bring up the situation at hand. That is until today.

Damian sat in his bed as he red Thus Spoke Zarathustra. The soft tick of his clock, along with his breathing creating a soft background in the room. That is until footsteps come to his door. A soft knock of 3 and a pause, along with 2 more knocks telling him who is at the door. Since Damian was young and first living at the manor, he’s had a fear of someone coming into his room that he doesn’t know. Reminding him of the days when he’d be fast asleep, and a member coming in with sword in hand to train him as instructed by his mother. So each member of the family created their own specific knocks to alert him of their presence. Even though he’s learned over the years who it is by their footsteps, he finds it kind they keep the tradition up after all these years. The door opening as Damian turns his head to be greeted by dick. He had been staying for a few days to help with Damian, and to help on a case for their father. “Hey Damian, how you feeling today?” Dick asks, eying the sharp scab that runs down his cheekbone. “I’m feeling much better today, thank you.” Damian looks back down to his book as he says this. A sigh coming from his eldest brother. “No Damian, I mean, how are you feeling?” Dicks tone telling him exactly what he means. “I told you, I’m fine.” Damian says with a soft bite to his tone. Growing irritated at the fact that he’s asking. “Damian, you can’t keep bottling it up. We all see what’s going on, I get it. You don’t want to go to Bruce because, well the guy doesn’t know how to handle anything having to do with feelings. But I’m here, everyday. I see how this is bothering you. I hear you at night when you think nobody’s up. I see how much you’re hurting. I want to help you Damian.” Dick puts his hand on damians shoulder. His eyes pleading with him. “If it makes you feel better, no I’m not fine. I don’t want to talk about it because it’s just going to do absolutely nothing in the end. It’s not going to erase all the blood she’s laid on the ground. It’s not going to make me feel any better. I don’t need to lay out a sob story about this. I’ll get over it eventually. And until then, don’t ask Grayson.” Damians voice is void of any emotion, but with a venomous bite when he spoke of her. His eyes glued to his book the entire time. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t try.” Dick says as he leaves the room.

Damians feet briskly walk down the many steps to the cave, his suit already on apart from his mask. He enters the room and is met with dick and Tim at the computers, a large map on the screen as red dots appear on the screen.

Bruce walks out in his full suit, his mask in his hands as he walks over to the computers. “Damian, I don’t think it’s a smart idea for you to go out tonight.” Bruce says as he eyes his son. His brow furrowed slightly. “It’s been a month father, I’m healed up and besides I know tonight is a hard one.” “I’m not talking about that, I know you’re fine physically.” Bruce says with his eyes glued to Damian. A sigh leaving Damian at this. “I’m perfectly fine. I’m not gonna let this one thing stop me from this. Besides, you do it all the time whilst seeing Selina and my mother.” “Fine.”

Each day she wakes up, her mind grows darker and her heart shrinks into pain further. Her once bright sapphire eyes, a dull pale grey. Red rims her iris, and darkness’s covers around them. Her once glowing skin, a translucent sickly color. Her smile no longer reaching her eyes. Her once loud laughter, now nonexistent. The apartment falling into a silence, as if her lack of brightness has dimmed each end of it in a blanket of grey. She’s unable to cry after the first few days. As if her body can no longer produce tears to cascade down her face. But the pain in her heart growing to the point it covers her entire chest in a sharp stab. Is this what all those movies talked about? The feeling that all you want is to bring back all the memories that are neatly tucked in your mind, memories that once filled her with warmth and glee, now a shooting stab as it cracks through her from the inside. All she wants is to forget. Forget the way his emerald green eyes looked into hers with the purest form of admiration and joy. How whenever she made a joke, he’d fight the ever persistent smile that grew on his face, until he finally caved and let out a chuckle. In the beginning, he was on edge a lot, almost looking to hide the brightness inside of him. When they kissed, it’s as if she strung fairy lights along his spine, and they lit from the inside out. Each time she thinks about him, a pain shoots through her each time. His last words echoing in her mind. Causing the pain to return. But she didn’t want to stop thinking of all the times they had. She wished that she could go into her mind, and live in there like a bubble. Be back to the days his hands held onto hers as they walked to the park, to the days when he’d sit beside her and drape his coat across her. She was never cold when he was beside her, but she loved the heavy weight and sent that enclosed around her from it. All she wants, is to forget the pain. But live in the past when he looked at her like she hanged the sun each morning.

A soft knock comes through the door. Alerting Jason of the one person he could think of to help. He opens the door and is met with firey red hair, and enticing green eyes. “Thank you so much for coming, I know it was such a short notice with how busy you are-“ “Jason.” Artemis puts her hand on his shoulder, her eyes locked with his. “It’s not a problem. After you told me what happened, I would come regardless of what I was doing. Now, where is she?” A soft smile plays on her face, a slight blush dusting his face. “She’s in her room, again, thank you.” “Again, it’s not a problem jason.”

Sandys eyes are drawn away from her notepad to the door, a soft knock is then Accompanied by the door opening. There stands Artemis, her hair tied up in a tight bun but with one small bit hanging off the side. A crisp white top and black pants is worn rather than her usual batling attire. “Hey sweetheart, what are you up to?” A sigh leaves sandy as she looks up at her. Her eyes are puffy and dark, exhaustion clear in her face. “Dad asked you to come by didn’t he?” Artemis sighs and looks away from her. “He’s worried about you, you are his little girl after all.” Sandy sets her notepad down on her bedside table, slowly sitting up against the wall next to her and tucks her knees up to her chin. Artemis comes and sits beside her, her eyes brimming with tears that refuse to shed down her tired face. “I don’t know what to do. All I want is to go back, go back to when he looked at me like I poked holes in the sky to make the stars. I miss how warm he was whenever I’d sit beside him. I miss the way I’d make a stupid joke, he’d fight the smile that was so clear on his face and then he’d break. I miss everything.” A sob leaves her, her voice hiccuping as she tries breathing. “B-but at the same time, I wish I never met him. I-I let him make me so happy. I-I hurt so much whenever I think about him. It’s like this deep, sharp stab that trickles out of my chest and onto the rest of my body. It’s the pain that knowing it’s only a memory and that it’ll never happen again. I want to forget everything. But at the same time, I miss how happy he made me. God the look on his face when he saw me. And-and that, he called me a monster.” Sobs now falling like rivers down her face, her voice horse and her eyes tired but filled with endless tears. Artemis puts her arms around her, letting her cry in her chest. “You’re not what he said sweetheart. You gotta remember that he’s hurt too. You both are on different sides fighting the same battle. I don’t know him well, but from what I do know, he lashes out when he’s hurt. Give it some time. It hurts right now and that’s okay. It’s okay to hurt. It’s what shows the level of love and care you still have. You’re both loving, but stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. You didn’t let what happen to you make you cold. You didn’t let it kill your good heart and soul. Just your heart alone, could defeat any Amazon I know. Trust in me, it will be better one day.” Sandy lays back down onto her bed, looking away from her, her eyes still filled with tears. “I can’t tell if it’ll get better, or that I’ll grow used to it.” Artemis sighs, bending down and placing a kiss to her forehead. “Time will tell sweetheart.” And with that, she leaves the room.

As sandy approaches her door, she hears the muffled sounds of voices from the other room. Her heart beats faster as she tries to listen in, but the voices are drowned out by the sound of the tv playing. It sounds as if Jason and Roy are there, but there’s more than them. She slowly opens her door, her head peering out of the door and into the kitchen. She walks out slowly, holding her breath as she approached the living room. Her heart beating loudly in her chest. Thst is until she enters the doorway to the living room, confusion taking place as she eyes what could only be described as the biggest blanket fort in the living room. All furniture is covered with multiple blankets and pillows. Before she can do anything, a loud cours of yells startle her, causing her to let out a large scream. She grabs a hold of a small picture frame beside her and throws it, causing it to hit against, Roy? The large redhead clutching his groin and falling to the ground, letting out a pained groan. “Goood fuck me, you couldn’t have aimed s little higher or lower? I might want kids one day.” Jason lets out a large laugh at this, a larger, more deep laugh is heard beside her, and when she turns, she’s met with a large chest and a bone crushing hug. “Bizarro have not missed young angel! Bizarro hate young angel!” “Alright big guy I love you too, now you gotta let me go okay? I can’t breathe.” Bizarro lets go of her abruptly, his hands on her shoulders looking at her in fear. “Me not sorry! Bizarro want to hurt!” A soft smile covers her face as she looks at the large Kryptonian. “I know big guy, don’t worry.” She looks around the room, Artemis standing with a large smile on her face with a box in her hand. Roy is still on the ground in a fetal position, and Jason looking at her with a soft pleading smile.

“I’m legit only doing this because I love you.” “Arty, hand over the gold glitter please.” Jason wonders is sandy and Artemis were some witches at this moment. What was supposed to be a fun night of movies, food and family time, has turned into both girls putting makeup on him. No wait, he does remember how it started.

Over the last close to 2 years being the daughter of Jason, sandy had mastered the art of the puppy eyes. And with just one look from her, and a look that matched hers from Artemis, he knew his manly persona was out the door.

As sandy applies the sparkling gold to his lids, she can’t help but have a giant smile on her face. Her father, who is one of the manliest men she’s ever met, is letting her do this just to make her happy. She feels close to tearing up, she’s known he loves her dearly. But the fact that she lets him do these things, and throws an entire sleepover with what is now her family, moves her heart so greatly, it causes tears to threaten.

“Okay I just need one more thing, where’s that red gloss? Ah! Right here!” Sandy takes the goopy gloss and applies it to jasons matte red painted mouth. The blue in his eyes are highlighted due to the rose gold Smokey eyes along with fluttery lashes. His cheeks flushed with a hint of rosy rouge. He had even let her pluck his eyebrows for the final affect to be perfect. Refusing to admit to how badly his eyes watered due to it. His lips a deep glossy red to finish the look. Both girls had wide smiles covering their faces. “You look reeeaall pretty dude.” Jason turns to his right, sitting beside him is Roy with a shit eating grin covering his face. That is until sandy lets out a small chuckle. “Oh if you think so, then lets give you a makeover next!”

Jason and Roy had Donned many outfits in their lives. They thought when they were the sidekicks to both green arrow and Batman were the most embarrassing things they’ve worn, were nothing compared to this.

Jason would a skin tight, deep plunging v neck dress that he prays to god wasn’t his daughters and stiletto black heels and a very crappy long black wig that looks like it’s from 1985. He doesn’t ever want to remember all the maneuvers he had to do to as the girls put it, ‘tuck.’

Roy was just as embarrassed as his best friend. Wearing a very tight black crop top that he swears would give a nip slip if he badly raised his arms. To cover his lower half, he wore what he could only describe as the tiniest skirt he’s ever seen in his life. He swore that he might as well just be naked due to how small the fabric was. Thigh high white heeled boots covered his legs to his knees. And a bright little mermaid wig to top it all off.

Both men looked at one another in pitty, knowing neither one will ever live this down. But knowing that this will make sandy happy, they gave a silent nod and walked out into the living room.

Both men walk out into the living room together, swaying their hips to the beat of toxic. Both girls let out a yell and a hard laugh, as they watch both men walk in strutting their stuff like it’s nobody’s business.

Both Artemis and sandy couldn’t contain their laughter as they watched both men dance impressively well. With both men doing a horrible job at lip syncing to the song as well. They couldn’t keep the tears flowing out from laughter once the dance was finished, Jason having done a full split and saying “I’ll kill you all except sandy if you speak of this to anyone.”

Jason and Artemis sat together on the floor, watching fondly at the sight in front of them. Bizarro had fallen asleep on the couch laying flat on his back. And sandy lay flat on his chest, her small size compared to his massive body making her look miniature in size. The faint smile on her face as she curled up into him causing both of them to chuckle. “You’ve done a great job Jason.” He turns to look at her, brow slightly raised and head tilted to the side. “What makes you think that?” He asks. “All that you do for her, you would walk to the ends of the earth and beyond for her. The love you have for her, and give her, shows how much she means to you.” Jason looks down at his lap at this, a faint smile on his face. “I just can’t help but feel like I’m fucking up all the time.” “I’ll be honest, you fuck up a lot.” This causes Jason to chuckle. “But, one thing you haven’t is being a parent. Sure, you messed up when you lied to her about your true past, I’ll still never understand why you did that.” Jason lets out a large sigh at this. “It’s because, everyone who gets involved with that family personally, they all get hurt or killed. I was just so scared that it would happen to her, and it did.” A tear falls down his cheek at the confession. She wipes it away from his face, bringing his face from looking down to her eyes. “It’s not the family that has that Jason. It’s our line of work, they don’t have a curse your on them that makes everyone there get hurt. It’s a fact of life. You need to stop worrying so much. I get it, you don’t want her hurt. But the more you pull her away so she won’t, the more she’ll run. She was lied to keep safe enough from her parents. And about them, they still are your family. I know, you’re hurt for what they did to you. But they still care about you. You just never let them try. Family is everything. When you and someone you love are hurt or in danger, family is what protects you. And don’t worry about not being good enough to take care of her. She’s done such a transformation since I met her, and that’s all because of you. You’re an amazing father Jason.” Tears stream down his face now, the last line causing the majority of them. “Thank you, so much.”

Both of them knew they would see each other again. It would take a naive fool to think that they would never see one another again. But that didn’t prepare them for tonight.

“Robin, I need you to get past the first 3 guards at the door.” “Got it.” Damian silently creeped up behind them, taking them out within seconds. Bruce came down shortly after, having been watching from afar. Both men enter the bank silently. Surveillance Footage confirmed two faced and his men were behind the current robbery. They both grapple up to two separate gargoyles on the walls. Watching over the men as they frantically run around similar to chickens due to the alarm going off. “Two faces thugs won’t hear us over the alarms. Be quick and hard.” Damian noded over to his father.

Damian dropped down onto 4 guards, taking them out all at once. “ITS THE BAT AND ROBIN!” All hell broke loose when one of the men spotted him. Men cane running to both of them as they took each one out.

Damian ran up to one of them who was grabbing for his fallen gun, but before he could reach him, a shot was heard and the man fell to the ground. Blood spewing out of his head and onto the floor. Damian whipped his head around, spotting the one person he hoped he wouldn’t see tonight.

Guns firing and alarms going off fill the outside of the bank. Both sandy and jason jumping off their bikes and running in as fast as they can. They spot 5 guards in the entrance of the bank, knowing they were there to stop from anyone getting in or out. Jason looked over to her, nodding his head to her to signal her to take them out.

She ran over to the men, taking out her hunters knife and slitting the first man's stomach. She then jumped up onto the seconds mans thigh, swinging her leg around his head whilst simultaneously swinging her left leg around his left arm. Slitting his throat as she swung her body around his arm and onto the third mans body, stabbing into his jugular as she took him down to the ground. She eyes the next two men and ran over, sliding down to the ground and swinging her foot into their legs, knocking both men to the ground. She took her knife and slashed both of their throats in the process. She looked behind her to Jason, nodding her head and running in.

She knew he’d be there, but that didn’t stop the pain in her heart when she watched him from afar.

She watches as he takes out men left and right, she can’t help but just freeze up when she watches him glide through the crowd of men so fluently, as if the wind itself was guiding him.

She watches as he runs up to a man, but she sees the gun in his hand about to aim for his head. Her heart pounds out of her as she raises her gun and shoots the man in the head. Damian turns to her direction. And even with his mask, she knows he sees her. A pain shoots through her heart as she watches him make what could only be the slightest hint of pain grace his face, before he turns away from her.

A sharp pain floods through his heart as he sees her, gun in hand, just looking at him. He turns and runs the other direction towards the vaults.

She runs after him, seeing that he’s running into a large group of armed men. Knowing he’s not thinking straight she runs in, taking out men as she goes that he didn’t get to.

She sees him in the middle of 15 men, 7 of them with guns, 8 without. She grabs her knife and takes out 4 of the armed men. Then going after 3 unarmed men in her way.

He watches her as she glides through each men, knife skillfully taking out each men without her getting hit once. “I’VE GOT THIS!” He yells out to her, growing angrier by the second of seeing her trying to help him. “YEAH TOTALLY LOOKS LIKE IT!” She yells back, growing even more irritable due to the fact that he’s angry at her trying to help him.

Both of them are back to back as they take out each men coming towards them. They both look at one another as all the men drop to the ground. Though they can’t see their eyes, pain paints both of their faces.

They both run out of the room, sprinting towards their partners. They keep looking at one another when they hear them yell, eyeing them as they both work their hardest to take out the ever flossing of men.

It’s as if time, sound, and sight of the room stops when she sees a man raise his gun, and aim at him. “ROBIN!” She screams out when she sees the bullet fly out of the gun, and into his side. He lets out a large cry of pain as he drops to the ground. Time slows down and anything around her is black as she sprints over to him. It’s like her legs are in slow motion as tears gather in her eyes and spill onto her mask. Her chest bursting out of her chest as she runs.

When she reaches him, she sees the blood soaking his suit. The red panel of his suit a darker red from it. It thankfully didn’t hit any artery’s as it’s not spewing out. She crouches down to his, his face contorting in pain. She reaches for his shoulders and hip, trying her hardest to get him up without putting any pressure to the wound. “Come on! I need to get you out of here!” She yells out. She slowly brings him up, putting his arm around her shoulders, and varying the brunt of his weight as she moves to the outside.

They reach the entrance to the bank, him groaning in pain the further they get. His steps growing slower as his body tries falling to the ground. “Come on robin, were almost there! Just a little bit more okay?” She pleads our, he lets out a large groan as he takes a few more steps.

They reach the outside, the chill in the air sending him to the ground. He lets out a pained yell as he tries falling down, she reaches and brings his weight into her arms and she tries dragging him as safely as possible to the grass. Her muscles screaming due to his much larger weight.

She sets him down onto the ground, a weak groan leaving him when he lays down. His hand had been clutching his wound the entire time. Blood slowly trickling past his palms. Her heart beating rapidly as she watches him. His once red flushed face taking on an almost pale colorless tone. She reaches and takes the mask from his face to know if he’s passed out or not. His usually alert forest green eyes are slowly closing. She reaches around and takes off her leather jacket. The inside having cloth to fight off the cold, and for times like this.

She slowly takes his hand away from his wound, and instantly applies the jacket to it. A groan breaking through him due to the pain. His face scrunches up and he bares his teeth. “I know I know it hurts, but I need to stop the blood.” She pleads out. She takes her knife and cuts away the middle of his suit, having trouble due to the material. She opens it and puts the cloth inside his suit. Another groan leaving him.

His eyes blink slowly, alarming her as he’s having trouble staying awake. She uses her other hand up to his cheek, cupping it. “Hey hey hey, stay awake for me okay? Look at me.” He opens his eyes and watches her, the once angry scowl on his face gone, now looking tired and almost pleading. “Everything is gonna be okay.” She reaches for his other arm, pressing the button on his arm and brings it to her mouth. “Batman, robin has been shot. We’re outside near the large oak tree. Try and hurry he’s blacking out!” “Men are surrounding us. I’ll come as fast as I can angel.” She lets go of his arm, again bringing her hand to his face to keep him awake. His cheek is warm to the touch. Bringing her back to-she can’t think about it due to the pain it shoots through her.

She stays there with him for what feels like eternity. Her heart pounding in her chest each time his eyes close. “Hey hey hey stay with me, please. I’m gonna make sure you get out of this. Just please stay with me okay.” At this point she has removed her mask due to the tears flossing down her face. He’s having trouble keeping his eyes open, scaring her each time.

Tears stream down her face the more his eyes shut, a pain that she only felt when she watched both her parents die flooding her. “Please, robin promise me you won’t go! Please promise me!” She yells out. A tear falls down from his eye, she wipes it away as more tears fall. “I-I promise.” He weakly groans out. A smile graces her face, tears still falling. But the small response from him slightly soothing her pained heart. The moment dying when he lets out a large pained yell. She looks down and sees blood soaking faster through her jacket. She reaches for his arm again and presses down onto the speaker. “HOW MANY MORE DO YOU HAVE!” “We have a handful of guys left!” “GET THE FUCK OUT HERE AND LET MY DAD HANDLE THE REST! PLEASE THIS ONE TIME! ROBIN IS DYING!” She screams out into the speaker.

She watches as Batman runs out of the building. Bruce running faster as he sees his son laying on the ground. He crouched down to him, grabbing for the jacket. Sobs wreck her as she watches as Bruce tries stopping the blood. “Here’s the key,go to the tumbler and in the backseat there’s a bag. Go get it and bring it back.” Bruce says urgently. She nods and sprites towards it. Unlocking it and flying into the back, sporting the bag, grabbing it and running as fast as she can back to them.

“Okay go in and grab the gauze.” She grabs it and hands it to Bruce, she watches it in amazement as it fuses to his skin. “Something I had made when your father was robin. It’s reinforced with a technology that combines with the skin to stop blood from leaking out. From the looks of it, it didn’t hit any organs. It did pass through most of his side. That’s where most of the blood is coming from.” “Then why is he nearly passing out!” She says to Bruce. Not understanding how a superficial gash could cause him to nearly die. “Maybe it was because his heart rate was and is escalated. The adrenaline levels decreasing, the pounding of his heart along with the blood loss could cause him to pass out.” Both of them look down as they hear him let out a groan. He looks around and spots his father first. He then turns and sees her face. Relief flossing her knowing that he’s alright. “I need to get him back to the tumbler and to the cave to make sure everything is alright.” Bruce says. “Here let me help you get him back in.” She goes to reach for him but he moves out of the way. “Get away from me.” He groans out. Pain shoots through her chest at his words. “Damian I’m trying to hel-“ “DON'T call me that! I don’t need help from somebody like you!” After all the pain she felt that night, his words shoot through her heart harder than anything else had. Tears fall down her face as it feels like pain is swarming through her, trickling from her chest outwards. “Fine. I was just trying to help you is all.” She says, getting up and running. Running as far as she can from him.

Tags: @comic-nerd-dc @psychovigilantewrites @comic-brew

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Baby Batman

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood, feat Bruce Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG

Original Idea: I saw some fan art on Pinterest of a de-aged Bruce interacting with Jason and I couldn’t help what came into my head.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one is SO. LONG! Almost 3500 words. So it’s got a Keep Reading option. @welovegroot @batboys-and-other-messes

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My phone rang. It was Jason. I snatched it up. "Hey Jason!"

"Heeey babe… how fast can you get to the manor?" Jason asked, sounding a mix between awkward and panicked.

"I don't know, like, fifteen minutes?" I said.

"Great, can you come out?"

"Uh… Sure. Be right there."

I started to get ready---just throw on some clothes that weren't pajamas and brush out my hair. Once that was done I climbed in my car and headed out of Gotham City to where Wayne Manor rested, nestled amongst the trees.

I parked along the edge of the wide drive and jogged to the door. Knock-knock-knock-knock!

The door flew open almost immediately. Jason stood there. "Come in, come in!" he said breathlessly, beckoning me in. I slid in. Jason shut the door. Hard.

"Jay, what's going on?" I asked.

"Oh good! She came!" his brother Dick exclaimed, coming out of the parlor.

But he wasn't alone. There was a small child in his arms.

A small child with black hair, bright blue eyes, and a rather familiar scowl.

"Uh… please tell me that's not Bruce," I said.

Jason cleared his throat. "It is," he admitted.

"Anyone want to explain why Bruce is three?" I asked.

The little child pouted---he looked remarkably like Damian. "I'm fouwa!" he protested.

"He got hit with something on our last patrol," Dick said.

"So why am I here? I'm not a very good babysitter---"

"No, no. Jay's playing the babysitter," Dick said, passing tiny Bruce to his younger brother. "You're here to watch Jay while we go out and find the man who did this to Bruce and have him reverse it."

"How come Jason doesn't get to go out with you?" I asked.

"Because, whether or not I'll admit it to anyone else outside this room," Jason said, "I'm the best with kids. Also they don't want me to just straight up shoot the idiot who thought this would be a good idea."

Baby Bruce started absentmindedly tugging at Jason's hair.

"Also Bruce hasn't wanted Jay to leave his sight since this happened," Dick added, pulling up a video on his phone to show me.

It was little Bruce stumbling to Jason and wrapping his arms around Jason's leg and pleading, "Stay! Pwease?" Then Jason sighing and picking him up, making Bruce squeal.

"How long will you guys be gone?" I asked.

"Till nightfall at the latest. Then we come home in shifts to help babysit. Once the sun goes down you can head home," Dick answered.

I clapped him on the shoulder. "Good luck," I said.

"Thanks. We'll need it," Dick said before running off for the Batcave. As he ran, he stripped off his shirt to reveal the back of his Nightwing suit.

"Does he always wear his suit under his clothes?" I asked Jason.

Bruce nodded. "Uh-huh," he said.

"No, he doesn't," Jason put in. "Wait. Does he? I don't know. I mean, I doubt it. That wouldn't be very comfortable."

Bruce nodded more emphatically. "Awways," he said.

Jason cleared his throat. "Right. C'mon, kid. Ya hungry?"

Bruce lit up. "Juice!"

"Okay. Let's go get you some juice!" He glanced at me. "Coming?"

"Obviously." I followed them to the kitchen. "How much of this are you guys going to save for blackmail and private jokes?"

"All of it, babe. All of it."

"Taowy!" Bruce said, reaching for me.

"I think he wants you to hold him, Tally," Jason remarked. I took tiny Bruce from Jason's hold and into mine so Jason could look for the juice.

"I'm surprised he remembers all of our names and stuff," I said.

"Me too," Jason said.

"Me free!" Bruce exclaimed brightly.

I blinked. "We're certain this is Bruce? Like, he wasn't place-swapped with someone else's happy kid?"

"Nah. Did you see his scowl when Dick brought him into the foyer? Looked just like Damian. It's Bruce."

"Ah, Miss Tally. I see you're helping Master Todd watch over Master Bruce," Alfred remarked, coming in. "I tried to inform the boys that just because you are a woman does not necessarily make you a more qualified nurturer but, of course, they didn't listen."

"Oh no, Alf," I said, "I'm not here to babysit. Jason's babysitting Bruce and I'm babysitting Jason."

"Babe!" Jason protested from the cupboards.

"What? Is that not exactly what Dick said?"

Jason cleared his throat. "Sort of. I guess."

"Wonderful, Miss Tally. Now, if you don't mind, I've been asked to provide technical backup to your brothers," Alfred said to Jason.

"We don't. We can handle Bruce till sundown," Jason said. "Thanks Alfred."

"You're welcome, Master Todd." Alfred ducked out of the kitchen right as Jason found boxes of apple juice buried under some powdered drink mix.

"Score!" he said.

Bruce clapped his hands. "Juice!"

"So…" I handed Bruce back to Jason after he punched the straw into the foil corner. "Is there a place in the house where we can let him roam a little freer without being worried that he'll, I don't know, knock over a priceless vase, stick his finger in a plug, or, say, find one of your guns?"

"The playroom from his childhood should still be there," Jason mused. "His… first childhood."

"Then I guess that's where we should go hang out."

"S'pose so."

We took baby Bruce to the playroom. It was a large child-proofed room with bins of old toys, bean bags, and a small plastic slide. Everything was coated in a layer of dust. "I guess no one's been in here for a while."

"Nope," Jason said. "Except Dick, probably." Jason nodded to the hooks mounted securely in the ceiling and the less-dusty, wound-up ribbons that the hooks attached too and hung.

"I didn't know he could do ribbon routines."

"Oh, sweetheart, he can do just about anything acrobatics-related," Jason muttered as he set Bruce down. "If he's not too tired when he gets back we'll have to have him show you. I'll never admit it to him but it's actually pretty neat. I'm a little acrobatic myself, but nowhere near as flexible and skilled in circus stunts as that clown."

Bruce squealed from where he'd toddled away from Jason and ran back to him, hugging Jason's thigh. "Cwown!" he whimpered. "Scaowy cwown!"

Jason knelt down and ruffled Bruce's hair before hugging him. "There's no clown, kiddo, I promise. I was just saying that to tease Dick, 'kay?"

Bruce nodded. "'Kay." He started to walk off, a little clumsy, toward the plastic slide, singing to himself. "Dickie, Dickie, Dickie…!"

"Gee, wonder who's the favorite," Jason muttered.

I nudged him. "You. He adopted you first, remember? Dick was a ward before he was a son. You were a son. Your death nearly broke him. He's just singing that because you mentioned Dick's name."

"Mm," Jason grunted.

Bruce came running back to Jason and grabbed his hand. "Jay, Jay, Jay! Pway!" He turned big puppy-dog eyes up to Jason. "Pwease?"

Jason smiled down at his adoptive dad with the softest smile I'd ever seen on him. "Of course, buddy. Let's play."

Bruce dragged him over to the plastic slide and the toy bins.

"Hey Tal!" Jason called. I looked up from Bruce to Jason. He yanked his phone out of his pocket and threw it at me---gently. "Take as many pictures and videos as you want. Even if I look like an idiot in it, as long as he looks cute or dorky, I want you to keep it."

I grinned. "Okay." I sat down at the door, just to make sure Bruce didn't try to escape.

Bruce and Jason started to play together, play-tackling and fake-wrestling. Bruce was squealing and laughing as Jason tickled his sides, the little kid trapped in Jason's powerful but gentle arms and lying on Jason's broad chest. Bruce was kicking and squirming as he laughed but he couldn't get away. I grinned and filmed the whole thing on Jason's phone.

After about a half-hour, I got a call from Dick. "How's everything going, Tally?" he asked.

"Surprisingly okay," I replied. "Can you hear him laughing?"

"Yeah. Wow. I don't think I've heard B laugh like that in---ROBIN! Put the katana away!"

"How's it going with you guys? Any luck so far?" I asked.

"We split up and tackled three dead-end leads and are currently pursuing a fourth," Dick replied. "So far none of us have been successful. Glad to hear Bruce isn't being too much of a handful."

"Well… Jason has big hands. He can handle it," I remarked.

"Good point. He's being nice?"

"He's being beyond nice. He's great with little kids."

"Yeah. Hence why he stayed home."

"Question, Dick," I said.

"Answer, Tally," he replied.

"Are you wearing Nightwing or Batman tonight? I saw Nightwing under your shirt but I didn't see you after you went for the Batcave so I don't know if you changed."

There was quite a long silence. I knew Dick wasn't the biggest fan of wearing the Batman suit---he claimed the cape was too heavy and felt like he was wearing a ball-gown made of Kevlar. Though, I still had no idea how he knew what a ball gown of Kevlar would feel like. But he wore it whenever he had to. Because he was the eldest and felt it was his responsibility.

"Batman is taking the day off. So many people can go years between sightings that no one will notice that he wasn't patrolling for one day while the, uh, Batlings are clearly out on a mission. If worse comes to absolute worst and Gordon activates the Bat-Signal for any reason, one of us will come back fast and either change or call Jason ahead of time and have him put it on and switch him out for babysitting duty," Dick replied. "Then have everyone else go with him to meet Gordon because I will absolutely not let him go alone."

"Well I have Jason's phone while he's playing with Bruce so you'll get me then too. But I'll hand him over the phone."

"Great. Thanks Tally. You're a gem. Jason's lucky to have you. ROBIN! I SAID PUT THE KATANA DOWN!"

"You said put it down. You didn't say I couldn't pick it up again," Damian's voice pointed out quietly through the speaker.

"Robin…" Dick warned.

"Okay, okay. Whatever you say, Nightwing," Damian relented, but sounding rather bitter about it.

"Okay Tally. Gotta go. Robin and I have some more leads to run down."

"Good luck, Nightwing."

"Thanks. Be back by nightfall. Or someone will."

"You need sleep too," I said.

"Bye Tal."

"Bye Dick." I hung up.

"That Dick?" Jason asked.

"Yup," I answered.

"Dickie, Dickie, Dickie…" Bruce sang under his breath, coming over to me so I could hand him his juice.

"What'd he want?"

"Just to make sure we're okay and Bruce is still alive," I said. Jason rolled his eyes. "And to tell us the contingency plan in case Batman is needed today for any reason."

Jason sat on the floor directly in front of the door so Bruce couldn't escape. Not that he seemed to have any desire to. He was spinning in circles after giving me back his juice box. "And what is that contingency plan?"

"Depends. One of them will come back and change into Batman---probably Dick---or they'll call you and have you put on the cape and cowl while they drive back and swap you out for babysitting duty," I said.

"I like that second one. I never get to play Batman," Jason said.

"Gee, I wonder why, Mr. Gun Enthusiast," I muttered under my breath. Jason snickered.

Bruce perked up, wandered over, and sat in my lap. "I'm Ba'man!" he exclaimed.

I ruffled his hair. "That's right, Brucie. You are Batman," I said. "Just not tonight."

He slouched. "No… I'm too yittle," he mumbled.

Jason tugged on Bruce's sleeve. "Hey, you wanna play Batman?" he asked.

Bruce's eyes widened. He gasped and smiled. "Yeah!"

Jason grinned widely and got to his feet. "Okay buddy. You're Batman. And I'm the Batwing." He pulled Bruce out of my lap, while Bruce squealed, and flipped him so Bruce's back was pressed to Jason's chest. Jason's hands held Bruce's upper legs in such a way that Bruce was basically sitting in his hands and stuck his thumbs up. "Okay, Brucie. Hold my thumbs! They're your controllers." Bruce wrapped his little hands around Jason's thumbs. "Let's fly!"

Jason started making plane noises, running around the playroom and tilting Bruce side-to-side (carefully) like they were flying over Gotham. Bruce was shrieking and giggling, having the time of his life. I watched with a smile. Jason would be a great dad. "Jay! Jay! Jay!" Bruce was squealing as he "steered" Jason around by the thumbs. I filmed the whole thing on Jason's phone.

I set the camera down, flicked the child lock on the playroom door so it would keep Bruce in without being monitored, and got to my feet. "A challenger approaches! It's Harley Quinn!" I exclaimed.

Bruce gasped as Jason made puttering noises and set him down. Jason came over to stand by me. "And the Joker!" he added. "It's up to you to take them down, Batman!"

Bruce scrunched his little eyebrows and charged at us.

He tried to bowl me over. I was too heavy for him.

But I fell back dramatically. "Oh no! You've got me, Batman!" I cried. Jason was biting back a laugh as Bruce turned on him and did the same thing.

Jason scooped Bruce up and started tickling him. "Joker's not going down that easily, Bats!" Jason said. Bruce screamed and giggled at being tickled again. I snickered from my position "knocked down" on the floor.

We played "Batman" for… what felt like an hour. But was probably ten minutes. Then we settled down to get some water.

But Bruce had a ton of energy so we played tag through the halls of the manor, never letting him out of our sight. Whenever Bruce was "it," he only ever chased Jason. Shouting, "Jay! Jay! Jay! Jay! Jay!"

Jason tried to do a front flip off the stairs to land in the foyer, but I grabbed the back of his leather jacket. "No acrobatics," I snapped. "There is an impressionable four-year-old five yards away who is the de-aged version of a rather acrobatic vigilante who will think he can do a flip over the banister. And he can't. Because he's four."

Jason rolled his eyes. "You spend too much time with Alfred," he complained, slinging me into his arms and running down the stairs while I shrieked in surprise.

Though, honestly, I shouldn't have been surprised. Jason did that a lot because he thought it was funny. I didn't.

We played all afternoon, running Bruce until he was absolutely exhausted come nighttime. Jason gave him a bath while I found an old guest room with a twin bed to tuck him into. And some of Damian's old pajamas that would be way too big on Bruce, but Damian had grown out of them. I set them just outside the closed bathroom door---hearing splashing and laughing from both Jason and Bruce---and went to the kitchen to get a drink and a snack. We'd fed Bruce at the proper suppertime according to Alfred but hadn't had much more than snacks ourselves.

Once I had a few crackers I went and stood by the bathroom door, having nothing else to do till Bruce got out of the bath. I folded my arms and waited.

Jason's hand emerged and grabbed the pajamas before disappearing again and shutting the door. I didn't even move.

Bruce ran out of the bathroom moments later, black hair still damp and sticking out at odd angles. Or rather, he stumbled out the door, tripping on the too-long pajama pants. He wrapped his arms around my knees. "Taowy! Jay-Jay says it's bedtime!" he said. I couldn't tell if he was complaining or not.

"Yup. Bedtime, squirt," I said, picking him up and putting him on my hip. I took him to the guest room with the littler twin bed and me and Jason tucked him in. Jason read him a bedtime story while I went to Jason's room and retrieved his guitar. I got it back to him just as he was finishing the story and passed him the guitar. He played it gently as I sang an old lullaby.

Bruce was out before we finished the first chorus, snoozing deeply.

Jason and I grinned at each other and left the bedroom. We texted Alfred where we'd put Bruce to bed---he was still down in the Batcave helping the rest of the Batlings find the villain that de-aged Bruce---and ate a real meal for dinner.

"Hey Tally. It's too dark to drive home. Why don't you stay here tonight?"

I shrugged. "Okay."

"You've gone far beyond what we told you that you were here to do," Jason remarked. "You were supposed to watch me not Bruce. But you really shared the load with me."

I shrugged. "I guess that's just what good girlfriends do when their boyfriend's dads get turned from boss vigilantes into four-year-olds," I said.

We finished our dinner and went to bed. I slept in the guest room next to Bruce's, so I'd hopefully hear him if he woke up in the middle of the night. Jason and I shared a goodnight kiss before I went to sleep---in a borrowed pair of Jason's pajamas that were way too big on me.

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The next morning, after getting over the confusion of "Where am I why am I not at home?" I went down to the kitchen.

Jason and Dick were making waffles. "Morning babe," Jason greeted.

"Morning."

"Sleep well?" Dick asked.

"Always do when I come here and have a sleepover. The beds are so comfortable," I said.

"Waffle?" Jason offered, holding up a plate stacked with waffles.

"Sure." I sat at the breakfast bar and let Jason hand me a plate. "So… any luck last night?" I asked.

Bruce stumbled in at that exact moment-fully-grown and in his own pajamas, which I'd never seen before. "I… had… the craziest dream," he said.

"That you were turned into a four-year-old?" Dick suggested.

"Y-yeah. How did you---?"

"It was real," Jason deadpanned without preamble. "Waffle?"

Bruce swore. "I was hoping it was just a bad dream," he said.

"Nope," Jason said, popping the p.

Bruce noticed me, eating a waffle drowned in syrup and whipped cream. "Certainly explains why you're here," he remarked to me. "You have a nice singing voice, by the way." I blushed as Jason handed me chocolate syrup and a glass of milk.

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne," I said to Bruce. "And thanks Jason."

"Yes. Thank you, Jason," Bruce said. "You two are remarkable at childcare. I haven't had that much fun in a long time." There was the ghost of a wistful smile on his face.

Dick snickered and plopped down next to me at the breakfast bar to eat his waffle. Jason did as well on my other side. Bruce took a waffle from the stack and sat on Dick's other side. I finished stirring my chocolate milk and did my best to disappear. The men were all family and I was the awkward intruder---the girlfriend who didn't really belong.

Jason nudged me with his elbow and began to sing the lullaby. I grinned and sang along with him. Dick grinned at us.

"I trust everything went well," Bruce said to his eldest. "In changing me back and finding the man who caused it."

"Woman, actually," Dick said. "Yeah everything went fine. She called herself the Queen Mother." He shrugged. "Damian could have taken her out with his eyes closed. She wasn't really a fighter. But the antidote was right there. We moved you from the kid guest room to your own room once we got back---I think Tim took a hundred and fifty pictures---and put you in your own pajamas before administering the antidote. Then we all went to bed. Figured it would take a couple hours to take effect. Just like the initial transformation did. And here you are."

"Thank you. All of you," Bruce said. "It's much better to be an adult."

"No problem, B," Dick said.

I nodded. Jason grunted through a mouthful of waffle.

Once I was finished, I gave Jason a syrupy kiss. "I should head home. See you later, babe."

"See ya!"

"Bye Tally!" Dick called as I left the kitchen.

"Goodbye!" Bruce added.

I laughed and headed out.

[chromium7sky]

"Uh, Damian. Why are we here? " Jon confused as he was busying working on the tractor now on the arena. Damian was speechless as he's in his office suit with papers on his hand now standing across the field fill with broken spears, arrows and swords that lies on the ground.

"Boooooyyyyysssssss!!!!!" He shouted. Jon could see his kids, Raynor and Ingram hiding behind the bench front row of the arena with his x ray vision. "Sorry pop. " Jon heard his son whisper at the back. As he turn around Alex with his finger fidgeting on his orange ' Believe in yourself' T-shirt shirt holding back his tears. Jon chuckled pat his son hair.

"What is it, son? " Jon ask his son softly. "I was.. I was angry, pop. They said their father are more awesome than you. A well trained assassin since he was kid. And I..and I..." Alex start to sob. Jon smiled then hug his son. "Sorry, dad. " Alex cracked voice as he hug his dad tighter. " It's okay, son. " as Jon cooed the boy.

Damian on the other hand, gave an intense glare to his kids for teleport him from his current board meeting at Dubai to a gladiator-like stadium. "You boys need some explaining to do. " He said sternly as he wave his report towards them. "It was. It was... Ingo's idea!! " Raynor pointed at his little brother.

"Heh. Well, you started it. It wasn't my doing. " said the little boy as he crossed his arm, look a like his father but smaller version. "I don't know I could teleport people with voice recognition?!" said Raynor as he tried to defend himself. " Please, call your mother so that we could get away from here. I have meetings to do. " Damian lightly massage his nose bridge as he indeed in awkward situation both place and time. " Calling mo... " before Ingo could proceed his telepath with Raven, a big roar to be heard from the other side of the stadium. "Waaaarrrrrggggggghhhhh!!" A foreign battle cry heard from a far and the arena is shaken by the their footsteps. " And what the hell is this??!! " Damian is getting annoyed and pissed. "Ummm, i think we've been discussed which one of our dad could beat a jabbawocky. " said said Raynor with his apologetic face. "Fuck! " Damian quickly tossed the paper and grab the sword lying nearby. "Come on, Jon!! " said Damian as he tossed his blazer aside, rolling up his sleeves. Jon put both of his hands on Alex's shoulder. " Go to Raynor and Ingo's seat alright? We'll discussed after this." said Jon as he gives his glasses to Alex to hold. Alex nodded then run toward the bench where the batling siblings are. " So, like the old days, Damian? " said Jon as he flew and landed besides Damian.

"Like the old days. " Damian take his stances as Jabbawocky run towards them with it's blue fire coming from it's mouth.

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""What a lovely day. " said Damian sarcastically as he wipe of his sweat mixed with greenish liquid on his face with his handkerchief. He tossed the sword aside then slowly walk towards them. Jon, sighed as he put his hand on his hip after he and Damian defeated a 25-feet of Jabbawocky. "Damn that thing is so stubborn to die. " as Jon catching his breath. "Unless that thing off with it's head. " said Damian.

"That was awesome!! " as Alex and the batlings run towards them. " You boys have some explaining to do. " Damian eyed on them as he carried his blazer and his worn out paper report. "Calling mom. " said Ingo, try to connect telepathically with Raven while Damian and Jon "talk" to Raynor and Alex.

“Nuh-uh! My dad can beat your dad!” Suddenly, you are teleported to a blood soaked arena, and standing across it is another confused father.