Disclaimer: Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson are properties of DC Comics and I make no profit from this piece.

Pairing: Bruce/Dick
Rating: Pg
WC: 448
Notes: Bruce and Dick and babies. No apologies for this fluff (and whatever pops up later). :|

The baby makes another gurgling noise.

"Baby, I don't know if that's a happy or angry gurgle," Dick ruffles the baby's fine hair to make her look at him, "I can't tell what you like, little girl."

"Leave her be Dick," Bruce says without looking away from the leather bound book in his hand.

"But I brought her gifts," Dick jostles the bag on his back and hears an answering giggle.

"Yes, one bag of many."

"Well, princess deserves all the toys." Dick smiles at the little girl now watching him with big chocolate-colored eyes, "Isn't that right, baby girl?"

"She's staying with us temporarily," Bruce flips a page with resounding crackle.

"Ha!"

"Temporarily."

"Right."

"Until we can track down her parents." Bruce glances at him for a short moment. The flickered look towards the little girl doesn't escape Dick's notice and makes him smile.

Dick ignores the warning to stay unattached, "Don't listen to that old fart," Dick kisses her forehead and cheeks, laughing lightly when a wild flail of her small, clenched hand lands soundly on his cheek, "Uncle Dick's gonna make sure you stay."

Dick hears the leather recliner squeak as Bruce rises, padding towards him and the baby. Most of the older man's face is blank, but his eyes are warm when it flicks from Dick to the baby and back.

"Don't teach her anything offensive," Bruce bends down with a loud knee crack and reaches for the little girl who raises chubby arms up without hesitation.

Bruce rises faster than needed, eliciting a beautiful, joyful giggle from the child cradled in his arms.

"I didn't say anything," Dick trails after them, taking hold of a superman plush toy and waving it in the air. The little girl wiggles in Bruce's grasp and squeals, rubbing her head against a strong neck. Each surge of the toy towards the two makes the girl rub harder, pull stronger on the tufts of hair and exposed skin in her grasp.

Bruce turns from the doorway and frowns back at him, "I'm not an old fart."

Dick shakes his head at that. "Of course not," Dick can't wipe the grin off his face, "you just act like it."

Bruce spares him another look and heads down the stairs without a sound.

Before following the two Dick chances a look across the room to where Bruce sat, trying to read the title from the book's binding. Finding the scuffed and aged golden lettering impossible to read, Dick quickly strides to the book and fingers the cover.

"How to Deal With the Baby" Dick reads with happy laughter drifting through the hall. "A Guide to Handling a Bundle of Joy."

He looks towards the door when he hears another round of loud giggles.

"Temporary indeed," Dick sets the book back down and heads to the kitchen, following Alfred's admonishment about babies and cookies.