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Damian- 1
Tim- 10
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Bruce had taken three children under his wing. Two of course, have moved out and began their own lives. Bruce had thought he'd stop at two..boy was he dead wrong. Only about a year after Jason left, Bruce had already adopted yet another child- Tim.

Tim was different from both Bruce's experiences with children. First of all, at the age of nine, he was able to figure out Batman, Robin, and Nightwing's identities. He partially knew what happened to Jason and seemed very determined to become the next Robin. Of course Bruce declined at first, but eventually gave in.

He'd always only had one child living with him at a time. It was just easier that way. Bruce had no intent on adopting another child when he had Tim unless it was an emergency. He also wasn't too worried about a woman getting pregnant by him. He'd always been safe. So, when a baby showed up on his doorstep, he was speechless.

The baby was wrapped in a red blanket in a nice car seat. A note was attached to the seat. Bruce picked up the infant and ripped off the note. It read:

Dear Beloved,
I apologize you have to meet your son this way. My father has died and our son is in great danger. His name is Damian and turned a year old last week. I trust you in his care until I am able to protect him again. I hope we meet again soon.

In love,
Talia

Bruce remembered his time with Talia. Their relationship had not lasted long, maybe 3 or 4 months. Bruce regretted it dearly but what's done is done. He looked at the baby, for once actually looked at him. He took in his features, his black hair, much like his own, tan skin, long eyelashes. Bruce carried the infant into the kitchen, where he knew Alfred would be.

"Master Bruce, what is that for?" Alfred asked, gesturing to the car seat in Bruce's hands. Bruce placed the seat on the counter, spinning it around to reveal the baby. Alfred was in complete utter shock. He stared at the infant with wide eyes, unable to form a proper sentence. "What..how..when?" Alfred tried to speak. Bruce sighed, handing him the note.

"Hey Bruce, do we have any.." Tim started but stopped upon seeing the baby. His jaw dropped as he kept his gaze on the infant. Bruce face palmed.

An hour later, the situation was partially cleared up, but all three of them were still stunned. Bruce had a baby to take care of. A baby. As well as Tim. He had a hard enough time with only one child. They all sat in the living room, Bruce on the couch with Tim and the new addition to their family. Alfred sat across from them in a chair.

Damian was still asleep and by now, the three were just waiting for the moment that he open his eyes. "You did it with Talia Al Ghul?" Tim said, breaking the silence. "Tim!" Bruce exclaimed, but sighed after. "Yes. I did it with Talia." He admitted, running a hand through his hair.

Silence washed over them again until they heard a small whimper come from the infant. Their eyes instantly met with those of Damian's. They were mesmerized by his emerald green eyes. Bruce put his face up closer and held his small face softly. "They look just like hers." He said in almost a whisper.

Damian began to take in his surroundings, now noticing the unfamiliar people and setting. He didn't like not knowing where he was or where his mother was so, he began to cry. Well, more like wailed. Tim got up from his place on the couch, covering his ears. "I'm out." He said, walking out of the room. Alfred soon did the same. "Good luck, Master Bruce." He said before patting his back and leaving to the kitchen.

Bruce looked up at the screaming baby and picked him up. "Just you and me now, huh."

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Ending sucked, I apologize. Sorry I haven't written anything in forever, I've been dealing with my knee and stuff. I got surgery on Friday and...yeah. I'll try and write more from here on out but no promises 😅