It an au type thing...I guess. ON WITH THE STORY!
Update: I'm re formatting these cause I had no Idea these where so not formatted correctly and I am adding more to them so that they make more sense. We don't let a 14 year old me write fics...EVER.
Bruce had it with Damian's temper, his arrogance ,his hadn't said a word to Damian the entire ride back to the cave. Damian didn't see how beating the joker with a crowbar was so bad. Joker beat Jason with a crowbar. He was just returning the favour. Or so he thought. To Bruce it showed him that Damian would do anything to get even with somebody. This scared him, what if he had done something wrong to Damian, how would he react to that? Bruce shoved the thought out of his head. He steadily parked the bat mobile and watched as robin jumped out of the car. Robin slammed the door shut and processed in to the manor with his robin uniform on still.
"Alfred what am I going to do with him?" Asked Bruce taking a seat in front of his super computer.
"Has Master Damian done something wrong sir" Alfred asked handing the bat a cup of tea.
"Yes, Damian thought it would be a good idea to. Never mind. I'm going to bed." Sleep would surely help him gain some patients and maybe a better way to control his anger.
Bruce awoke feeling better then yesterday. He hopped Damian wouldn't still be upset with him. He snapped on the boy yesterday and really hadn't meant to. Alfred as usual making breakfast, but something was off. There was only one plate of food on the table, did Damian already eat? He knew the boy liked to wake up early but this was ridiculous. Even eating without him felt odd. He liked when Damian was all picky and play with his food.
"I don't suppose Damian is still upset with me?" Bruce asked. Alfred just gave him a funny look as he said that.
"Master Damian hasn't been here since last week. Why would you think Damian was upset with you?" Alfred said cleaning his hands in the sink then drying them off on the rag handing on the handle of the stainless steel oven.
"Yesterday we got in a fight and he hadn't said a word to me since we got back yesterday." Bruce continued biting his food.
The same puzzled look Alfred gave him.
"Sir... Are you feeling alright?" What was wrong with Bruce today?
"Alfred are you sure my son didn't put you up this?" Bruce said with a smirk.
"No, neater master Richard, Tim, Or Jason was here last night." Alfred assured him. He took the bats empty plate to the right side of the deep sink.
"What about Damian?"
"Sir what do you mean?" Alfred said, still confused.
"Damian is my son too." Bruce said.
"Sir, Master Damian is Master Richard's and Miss Korilandr's son." Alfred informed him.
Bruce just sat there in confusion. Dick's son? Is he dreaming? No he wasn't. Something changed last night. Did Damian do something? They boy wasn't really known for pulling pranks, he found them too childish.
"Alfred Call Dick and tell him to bring my grandson." Bruce said oddly.
The paper work on the company was still the same. Everything was how he left it.
He takes a look at the pictures on his desk. There were pictures of Tim and Stephanie, Tim in formal clothes, Jason and Dick as children, and one with Mari and Damian together, smiling. Then he leans on his desk facing the cherry oak book case; A picture of Talia wearing a wedding dress and He in a black tux on the shelf of the book case. Next to that was photo of Dick, Kori, Mari and Damian.
"I have to be dreaming," He said. His office door opened. Dick and Damian walked in together. They got there rather fast. It's like they lived down the street. Did they? Was that a possibility? Now he was sure he was losing him mind the more he thought about this.
"Hi Bruce. You needed something?" Dick asked with a smile.
"Yes I need to talk to Damian, he looked at the boy. Alone."
"Okay Bruce just don't tell him anything about the birds and the bees," Dick winked at Bruce.
Bruce smiled. "I assure you it's not about that."
Dick left the office and it was just the bat and stared at him for a bit before started talking.
"Damian, are you upset because of that fight last night?" He looked at him and blinked.
"Grandpa, what fight?" Damian asked a nicely.
It was like talking to young Dick again. Damian was sweet and had a smile on his face. The Damian Bruce knew would scowl, make smart ass remarks, even tease him, but one thing for sure, Damian never smiled not like that anyway. What a change it was in his personality. He stay quite a bit, if Damian wasn't raised with him then that implies that Tail never trained him to be an assassin and be crude to people. Bruce wasn't sure if he liked this Damian or the old one.
"Damian you must really want to get back at me, stop this. Its irritating," Bruce pressed on.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"Seriously, stop."
"Stop what?" Damian said innocently. He didn't understand why his grandfather was thinking that they had a fight?
"I'm not going to put up with this." Bruce said, trying to get answers that he knew Damian was not going to give him, but because he was a stubborn man he tried anyway.
"What are you even talking about?"
"Damian."
"What?"
"Whose your mother?"
"You kno-" Damian began, but the older male cut him off.
"Whose your mother?"
"Korilandri Grayson," He answered.
"Father?" Bruce asked him right after.
"Richard Grayson" Bruce looked at the ground.
"Tell your Father to come in," Bruce ordered. Damian exited for the door. Dick came in, with a smile on his face.
"Dick, Damian is up to something and he manage to get Alfred to play along."
"What do you suspect it is?" asked Dick.
The knight sighed before he answered grayson.
"Well, Last night, He was here and we were patrolling the city together. He got separated from me and then I found him beating the joker with a crowbar. He said it was to avenge Jason," Bruce explained.
"It must have been a dream, Damian was with me at home. And Damian isn't violent like that. You know that," Dick said.
"One more thing, yesterday he was my son and now today he's your son," Bruce said.
"Well biologically yes he's your son, I'm surprise you don't remember," Dick said.
"Explain to me exactly how this happened."
"When Talia first brought him to you ten years ago, you refused to take care of him, so I ended up adopting him. We both decide that we'd never tell Damian that he was adopted," Dick explained.
This wasn't a prank, or revenge. This was real. Real. Bruce was slowly realizing that everything changed. His life. What he knew. Gone. One thing he didn't understand why dose Talia have to do with any of this? He knew that she still loved him, Talia was a persistent woman and she would do anything to get Bruce all to herself.
Hope you liked it. Umm..Review please. I was thinking on extending this out but i'm unsure about that.
