In my sons eyes
Summary: Baby!Dick and Daddy!Bruce. Dick is Bruce's biological son. Shorts of Dick as a baby.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
"In my [sons] eyes,
I am a hero,
I am strong and wise,
And I know no fear,
But the truth is plain to see,
He was sent to rescue me,
I see who I want to be,
In my [sons] eyes…"
Martina McBride "In my daughter's eyes"
There were a few times in his life that Bruce Wayne had been truly terrified; the day his parents were murdered in front of him had always been number one, coupled with the nightmares that plagued him since that day was another. Then there was also the first time he had met and fought Joker along with the other criminals that had grown more psychotic every time he fought them, but this: This was different. The thing that terrified Bruce Wayne aka Batman at the moment was a tiny bundle in the middle of his bed. Bruce stared at the baby wrapped up in a pastel blue blanket as his thoughts turned to the scene only moments ago.
For a man who could boast about having a near photographic memory (courtesy of the long years of hard work) the incident was all but a blur. The only things he could remember was pain-filled green eyes and a choked whisper that changed his life in mere seconds.
"He's your son Bruce."
His son.
The baby, which had been carefully but suddenly handed to him was his son.
He had stood there long after she had left; her mumbled words explaining that she could no longer look after him. Her eyes; sad and tender at the same time strayed at the baby a second longer before she turned around and quickly disappeared, leaving him in front of his own mansion with the squirming infant in his hands.
He remembered looking down, his eyes widening at the sight. The baby looked no older than a few months, though his hair was unusually thick, it fell across his tiny forehead while some curled around his round face. His chubby cheeks were smooth and lightly painted pink in a rosy blush. A small button nose and full pouty lips completed the tiny face. It was when the baby whimpered, his face scrunching up in a frown before it slowly opened his eyes that Bruce forgot to breathe.
The older man braced himself as terror pierced through his chest straight to his heart. Bruce didn't know what to expect. As Batman he had always been so confident that he had planned everything out in his life, even when he knew that not all of those plans would work. Still, at least he had a plan to fall back on.
He had always been so cautious too, convinced that this would never happen. He was a fool to think it impossible, not when the evidence was clear in his arms.
With another whimper that stole away his focus from his panicked calculations. Bruce waited as not a second later he was staring at a pair of very familiar eyes. Eyes, the same shade of indescribable blue that he had seen on his mother and the same eyes that stared back at him every time he looked into a mirror. This boy, this baby was his son.
His son.
His son.
They both shared the same blood, the same DNA, the same eyes, things he had shared with his parents, and as he stared into those beautiful blues, for the first time in a long time Bruce didn't feel so alone.
"My son." He whispered softly, his voice choking a little as he lifted a finger to trace the infants rosy cheek. The warmth that had left his heart on the night his parents were murdered slowly began to spread through his chest, and Bruce knew he was in love.
TBC…