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Hero names..

Bruce - Batman.

Damian - Crow. 

Damian's name as Crow reasoning: "Crow omen of bad luck" and I feel like Damian would use that to put fear into criminal's minds. Like, they know if they come across Crow's path, they're doomed. Damian would practically be Batman, a little more unforgiving and much more dangerous when needed, but with an Bird of Omen as his name instead. 

Duke - Signal (I think he's forever be signal in every universe)

Tim - Shadow Bat. 

Cass - Black Bat. 

Steph - Spoiler.

Jason - Red Bird. (Would have gained his name after meeting Dick for the first time and learning he could make his own legacy)

Dick - Robin.

Also, 

Tim used to be Batboy. 

Damian used to be Batlad. 

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Side Ships: DamiColin. StephCass. TimxBernardxConnerxBart. Duke x Isabella Ortiz (I don't actual know anything over them as a couple but I feel bad over leaving Duke as always single in this AU's). 

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Damian barely moved from where he was resting in his bed at the manor. Patrol having gotten rough the night before and left Damian injured enough for bed rest that he didn't actual refuse. He was sore and in pain and liked the moment of peace he was gaining in his room. He'd shuffle to his side of the bed when his husband's comes to bed but for now, he was happy to hog all the bed to himself. 

He knew he'd be expected to patrol with the family during his visit to Gotham. Patrolling is practically family bonding by now. He always felt bad leaving his husband in the manor but he was always reassured by his husband on being just fine. Having their son has helped, knowing his beloved husband would be busy caring for their son and kept on his toes with that while he was gone. 

And it was thinking over his son that must have summed him to his room. Because Damian felt the dents and movement over a smaller frame climbing into the bed before glancing to find his ten year old laying curled round his side without touching him, understanding his Baba was currently hurt. 

Damian expected to find his son trying to make him feel better and comfort him. His son was a blessing to him. Always the bright sunshine in this world. And why they have started him on anti-Talon pills, trying to undo some of the Talon process done to him, it wouldn't fully stop his son from being a Talon. 

How his son would forever have glowing golden eyes in the dark but stunning ocean blue eyes in the light. That his skin would return golden as the years pass and his eyes would no longer hold such sensitivity to light, he's able walk around his home with all the lights on without needing his sunglasses now. He'd be able to grow, he was growing. But he'd forever hold healing powers and would need little food in his diet. Only needing a single meal a day and would only showing signs of hunger three days after not eating as he collapses. It's left them having to give him smaller portions of his three meals a day, letting him eat with his parents without over feeding him since he would vomit it all back up if overeaten. His blood would forever be black, not a single drop of red. He'll keep his Talon skills and extra sensors, leaving him forever focused on so much at once.  

"Do you think I'll ever be loved?" Dick quietly, fearfully asked as he gripped at the cover underneath him tightly. 

"Richard, you are the most precious thing to me in my life. You have been since the moment I felt you to be my son" Damian firmly stated as he didn't hesitation to suddenly sit up and pull his son into his lap, looking straight into the golden eyes staring back up at him unblinking.

"Shouldn't Colin be the most precious?" Dick questioned back with an wobbly bottom lip. Shuffling to melt against his father's front, always feeling safe from the universe as he sits hidden in his baba's hold.  

"Colin is my beloved. He is the on person I allow to have access to my heart willingly. But you, you Richard, are MY son. You were not taken in to be an heir nor a way for me to repent. I chose to have you as my son because you ARE MY son. Richard, you have forced yourself to my heart and have grown to be so very precious to me. Such a victory for you to have and it is glorious. You have stolen a piece of the Demons head's heart. I am left utterly defeated by it because you will forever stay precious to me, Richard" Damian tells his son as he keeps one arm strongly wrapped around him and using his free hand to hold both his son's tiny ones. Leaning down so that his son could look him straight in the eye and see that he spoke only the truth to him. 

"Dick" Dick corrects.

"I am currently trying to speak from the heart, do not push your luck by requesting your preferred nickname" Damian scoffed back as he sat up straight, still keeping his son tucked against his chest. 

"Robin?" Dick offered up instead with an charming smile. 

"You, my son, my precious robin, are always loved dearly" Damian promises his son without a second thought, pressing a kiss to his forehead once he finished speaking. 

"I scared Auntie Steph today. She found me hanging from the top of the library bookcase" Dick mumbled out, changing the topic.

"Were you as limp as the dead?" Damian questioned his son, knowing he sometimes forgot to breath like others do. Another thing that couldn't be undone, his son didn't need to breath like others even as he stays living almost human again. 

"Maybe" Dick voice was muffled as he buried his face into his father's chest covered by his silk pyjamas. 

"We've got rules over your lazing, Richard. You must show signs of life when we're not at home. Most people need to breath, even most meta's need to breath. Finding you as still as the dead will scare most, it's naturally. Now, more importantly, did you make her scream?" Damian lectures his son as they've talked over this plenty of times already since he's taken in his son at the age of seven. Voice growing much lighter as he asks his own question. 

"Really loudly. It hurt my ears. Auntie Cass arrived with a high heal in hand that I don't think belonged to either Auntie Steph or Auntie Cass. I think it belonged to Uncle Tim by the shoe size. But the heal was really pointy and it would have hurt if Auntie Cass didn't realize it was me" Dick blurts out happily as he leans back, waving his hands about as he retold the aftermath to his Baba. 

"I wish Drake stopped leaving his prompts to "spice up" his date nights with his partners around the manor. He has his own apartment, he should leave such belongings there" Damian huffed back in annoyance as he knows his other siblings have had words with him over it before. 

Damian stays holding his son, moving his free hand to run through his hair in a soothing way and allowing a content silence to fill over them once more. Not even trying to lay back down as he knew his son would find a way to break the silence and chatter over anything and everything soon enough. Wanting to be ready to comfort his son if he thought over dark thoughts again. 

Damian was still concerned over his son asking if he'd ever be loved in the future. He wasn't sure where that had came from and his son hasn't hinted over why he thought so either. It left Damian concerned over it more. 

"Why am I not allowed to be alone with uncle Tim?" Dick asks curious, tilting to the side and with the the light coming from the half open door, it left one of Dick's eyes blue and the other still shadowed by the room as glowing golden. Reminding his baba that he was an ex talon.

"Drake is a lot like my father. Dangerously so. We have grown lucky that my father has accepted you as my son. That he understood you fell under my care with or without his blessing. But my Father was still more Batman than Bruce and that left him as a threat towards you" Damian spoke with an serious expression as he glanced to an old drawing he'd done as a teen left hanging on his bedroom wall. 

"Grandpa B was really mean and scary. He was like the master owls. They weren't very nice. They gave me orders. They made me do naughty things. They treated me cruelly. They left me cold and numb. I was hurting even as I felt nothing. I didn't like when I was Talon. Batman saw only Talon. Not me. Batman wanted to run tests. Batman told me to do stuff so he could do his tests. He treated me as a weapon as the owls had done. I didn't like Batman" Dick mumbled back with an upset pout as he leaned his shoulder against his Baba's chest, seeking comfort. He didn't like Batman, he was mean and as bad as the owls were to him when he first met Batman. But Grandpa B was much better, he was a lot nicer to him now. 

"Exactly. I forbid my father from seeing you again after I had learnt his mistreatment towards you. Moving to the island was best. You were safe there. I could finally protect you. To give you a life to live freely. To finally have a childhood. Once Father had learnt that you were Richard, a scared child who was growing to be someone better than your forced upon past, he was willing to give you a second chance. And you proved to father that you were not a threat he needed to fear. But Drake is different. He will forever see you as a threat while smiling right at you. He will find ways to test you and hurt you while standing as an innocent bystander or worse, as a hero. And three of his partners would help him and always side with him. They would support his wrong doings because they believe his way is the holy path" Damian explained to his son, knowing he was smart enough to understand and know to not stay near Timothy when he was alone for his own protection. 

Damian understood that monsters were never born, they were made. And he's witnessed first hand over his Father and Drake creating monsters and never accepting fault for making them. That sometimes neither knew to stand back when needed or they'd be so sure over someone being a threat that they forced that person to be one. Or worse, they'd find clues that weren't even there to gain as evidence for themselves to be right. 

Damian wouldn't allow his son to be forced into a monster by his brother's doing. 

"That's why Jaybird or Uncle Duke or Auntie Cass has to be with me when Uncle Tim is at the manor when we're here. To make sure Uncle Tim behaves?" Dick questioned back in realization on why more of the family seems to visit the manor whenever the Al Ghul-Wayne and the Al Ghul-Wayne-Grayson family came down to stay at the manor to visit everyone. They were all helping to stop him from being left alone with his uncle Tim. 

"Yes. Great Granddad Pennyworth will protect you until his dying breath. Todd would give an impressive fight against Drake to help you but he is still only a child himself. Duke would carry you away from Drake, stand up against him if needed. Cassandra will hide you from Drake the moment she feels he'll try something. All of them care for you and love you as a family should" Damian answers honestly as he knew he could trust those four the most with the protection of his son. Knowing they wouldn't allow bat loyalty to stop them from defending Dick if needed. 

"Wouldn't Auntie Steph protect me too?" Dick questioned back with a small frown, eyes confused over why he didn't mention her too. 

"I do not know. Brown-Cain was once a dear friend to Drake. Still friends with him. I think she would not allow any real harm to come to you by Drake doings. But I do not know if she would step in during the early sighs or worse, look the other way as she trusts her oldest friend. Her marriage to Cassandra brings no true promise that she'd protect you as Cassandra would" Damian replied with his own thoughts on the matter as he wasn't sure if he could trust Steph with his son whole heartedly. 

"And Grandpa B? Wouldn't Grandpa B protect me now that he is nice to me?" Dick asked back panicked, grabbing his Baba's hand and pulling on it lightly. 

"I do not know. I fear if Drake shows an winning case, my father may allow Drake to have his way with you. Or worse, join him in dealing with you. My father has never been good with those that have killed. If they had killed willingly or not. He still holds it against them in his head" Damian answers honestly once more towards his son with a grimace, knowing it wasn't the news his son wished to hear. Knowing that why his son was good and mostly harmless, he did kill as a Talon against his choice. And why Damian knew his son never wanted or liked hurting others, he was forced to do it anyway. But he still had blood drowning him and Damian filled that others might never look past the blood, uncaring how it got there. 

"I love my Baba and Tati. Just like they love me. I am loved" Dick promises with all his heart as he hugs his Baba, knowing they loved him back just as much as he loves them. 

"And never allow anyone else to make you think otherwise. My mother holds enough money to bail your Tati and I out of prison if we must deal with anyone who dares to think so little of you" Damian firmly tells his son as he holds him close, fully prepared to use his assassin skills to deal with anyone who makes his son think he's unloved. 

"Tati says that if he finds you out of bed tonight, he's going to send Great grandpa Alfred on you. Best to be a good boy and stay in bed ALL night. Grandpa Alfred is nice but a good warrior. He might say you can't have any cookies if you make him upset" Dick passes on his Tati's warning and growing worried over his Baba being without cookies.

"The most torturous punishment's known to mankind" Damian responds with an serious nod, understanding the importance of Alfred's cooking. 

"Yeah! I-It'd be really bad if you can't eat Granddad Alfred's yummy treats" Dick whined back with an frantic expression. 

"I am glad to learn that you both seem to think so highly of my baked treats, Master Dick and Master Damian. I shall keep cookie restrictions as my last resort in punishments in the future now that I know how cruel it will be to forbid you from eating them" Alfred spoke from where he stood in doorway, the door fully open and the elderly man holding a large tray in his hands filled with two portions of supper for the pair to eat in the room together. 

"You can tell my husband that I have stayed in bed as I was told to do so. I have merely sat up once I grew restlessly laying still" Damian informs his granddad with an respectful nod in greeting towards the man. 

"Baba has been super good. Never left bed. Promise. I'll even Pinkie promise, granddad if I must. Don't steal his cookies, please" Dick hurries to tell his granddad over his Baba being a good boy and staying in bed. His eyes wet and pleading to not take away his Baba's cookies. 

"Hold no fear, Master Dick. I have not came to place any form of punishment of Master Damian. Though that statement may change if he does not stay as a good boy. For now, I have brought him his supper. As well as your own, I assume you'll be eating together?" Alfred reassures his grandson as he places the tray down on the closest bedside table, nodding towards the two plates to show he had only came to feed them.

"Yes! Baba will be lonely if he was left alone. I'll eat with him until Tati can sit with him" Dick grins back as he bonces on the bed a little. 

"Eat at my desk, Richard. You'll get my bedding dirty if you try eating in bed with me. You can still see me from my desk and see how I do not grow lonely as I eat my share. You'll be able to stay keeping me company as you desire too without the risk of needing me to leave my bed for it to be remade" Damian speaks up towards his son and pointing towards his desk, not wanting his son to mess the bedding while he eats. 

"Okay, Baba. I'll be right there" Dick beams back as he flips off the bed, landing perfectly as always. 

Damian just sends a tired look while Alfred silently stands amused. Both watching as the young boy hurries over to the desk and soon sits on the chair. Shuffling to get comfortable before turning his head and looking towards his baba. 

"Baba!" Dick happily calls out, waving towards his Baba to show he could see him. 

"I can see you perfectly well, Richard. You have chased all the loneliness away, I swear it" Damian tells his son and knowing he'd never gain a day of peace in his life ever again. 

"Such a well behaved boy you are, Master Dick. Such a good example for all Wayne children under this roof. You've learnt table manners much quicker as well" Alfred praises the boy as he places a smaller plate before the boy, the correct smaller portion for him to eat. 

"I only slurp my soup now. And I chew all my solids now. I didn't like choking. Tati and Baba have taught me to eat correctly and I like food. It's yummy when it's not mush or makes me puke" Dick brags back with a proud smile as he sits a little bit taller over how well he's gotten at eating now he can eat. 

"That is grand news. I say that such splendid news calls for your favourite baked treat tomorrow as your snack" Alfred announces with a small but true smile on his lips. Knowing it was a grand victory for the boy and his parents. 

"Thank you, Granddad!" Dick cheered back with an bright and toothy smile. 

"You are most certainly welcome, Master Dick" Alfred answers back as he ruffles the boy's hair. 

"You spoil him, Pennyworth" Damian comments as his watches his granddad head back over towards him, ready to place the tray in his lap. 

"A great granddad holds the right to spoil his great grandchildren. More so when he was forced to raise both his child and grandchildren. I was raised that if you raise your child, you may spoil your grandchildren. But if you spoil your child, you will be forced to raise your grandchildren. And clearly I had spoiled Master Bruce too much in the past. With my grandchildren raised, I hold the power to spoil my great grandchildren. Something I most certainly enjoy doing" Alfred simply explains to his oldest grandson and the importance of spoiling his great grandson.

"Granddad is called Great Granddad before the angels knew he'd be great" Dick perked up from where he sat, a soft smile on his lips. 

"You must be correct, Master Dick. I have been told many times throughout my life over how "great" I am and it seems it has grown to be apart of my title now" Alfred agreed with the boy as he places the tray on his grandson's lap, knowing all he was needed would be in his reach. 

"I will ask for Colin to bring down our trays when he visits later, Pennyworth. Place take some time to relax" Damian politely tells his granddad, not wanting him to busy himself with extra chores due to him. 

"You shall do no such thing, Master Damian. Hell would freeze over before I allow a guest to do chores. Let alone one of my favourite in-laws" Alfred scolds back as he waves a scolding finger towards his son. 

"It makes perfect sense for you to see Colin as your perfect in law. He holds no true flaws" Damian proudly points out, very happy that his husband was chosen as his Granddad's favourite. He knew it'd never be Stephine nor any of Drake's partners since they made as much mess as the whole family did. But Damian did hold concern over  Isabella, Duke's girlfriend, having won the top spot due to Damian not living in Gotham anymore. But now he knew his husband was number one and it made perfect sense to him. 

"Tati is the best" Dick admitted with an serious nod. 

"He is also a retired hero that leaves me one less body to patch up or fret over at night. He is also well mannered and respectful. He also gives me less trouble compared to the rest of my in laws. But more importantly, he is a parent to my favourite great grandchild. He will forever be my favourite" Alfred added his reasoning on how Colin won favourite in law compared to all the others. Isabella was in second place but she still helped with her husband's day job sometimes. 

Alfred soon left and the father and son duo was left eating their meals in a peaceful silence. Dick hopping down after eating and leaving to find his Tati. As well as left Alfred know that his Baba had finished eaten and gone back to laying down and resting. 

Finding the others all finishing up their own meals and leaving the dinning room as he entered it. Hurrying over to his Tati who happily scooped him up into a huge hug and asked over his day. Leaving him to re-tell the story over scaring Steph once more, with Steph trying to save some dignity she might still have in the background. 

Colin soon putting his down, encouraging him to play with Jason for a couple hours while he go checks on his Baba. Dick nods and hurries over to Jason, knowing he wasn't going to patrol tonight. Jason had only been Red Bird for just over a year, being thirteen he was allowed to be a part time vigilante and that meant only three nights of patrol a week. As well as his patrols only lasting half the night before he's sent home again. 

It left Jason and Dick often playing and training together while the rest were busy being heroes. As well as the two becoming great friends. Leaving uncle and nephew titles buried in the closest as neither cared for such titles while so close in age. 

They also held complaint sessions and tonight would be over their lack of friendships. Both pointing out how everyone else was able to make friends with fellow heroes or anti-heroes. But neither of them had gained the chance. Jason wasn't apart of any of the teams and he wasn't taken to the watchtower either. 

It left both the youngest members of the family a little bitter that they were kept so alone. They love their families, they truly do. But their family got to have the family and have good friends outside of it. Jason left the manor of school or gala's during the day and part time patrolled at night. Dick was either on the island or at the Wayne manor and assassins can only be so good at conversation for so long. 

It left the two coming up with their "best" plan ever together and plotting to make some new friends by themselves once morning comes.