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Barbra Gordon's side of her townhouse... (Age four)

"And the she said to me, 'Good. Every child needs two parent figures.' I swear, that lady is EVIL!" Dick buried his hands into his face. "Evil I say, EVIL!"

"Daddy, why are the dead peoples coming back to life?" Damian's question went unanswered.

"Dick, are you sure you aren't over exaggerating a little? I mean, she is a nun..." Barbra sighed and started to type something up on her laptop some more.

"Not-Mommy, why are the dead people eating the other people?" Damian asked from the living room, where he was watching some zombie movie.

"So? I still think she's evil. ... What is Damian watching?" Dick had just noticed that Damian may have been watching a R-rated movie. Just was probably a bad idea.

"Umm..." Barbra wheeled over a few feet to she could get a better view of the TV in the next room over. "It's some zombie movie. Rated R for gore and language, if I remember correctly." She ratted off the plot within the next few minutes. Dick listen closely and made his choice.

"Damian, if the show your watching scares you, the change the channel, kay buddy?" He requested to his son.

"Okay Daddy! HOLY CRUD! THE DEAD PERSON JUST ATE THE OTHER PERSON! DADDY, THIS IS SO AWESOME!" Damian jumped up and down on the couch and cheered.

"... Dick, do I want to know why? Or should I call Child Protection Services now? Because I will do that." Babs asked with a mock serious look on her face.

"What's wrong with it? He'll see worse out in this world one day, and he'll hopefully be prepared for it. Somewhat prepared." Dick said with a dead serious tone.

"Still doesn't mean you should scar him for life."

"He likes it for whatever reason. He's definitely their kid."

"For sure. Most certainly for sure."


Yes, Barbra DOES know that Dick isn't Damian's birth father. I may dive more into that later, but don't count on it.

And Damian will NOT die in this. Mainly because that'd be too depressing to write. And you know, he's kinda the main character in this.