Damian squirmed and cried the entire time Jason had him. He was angry at the fact that someone besides Daddy, Dick, or Alfred was holding him as well as very hungry.

"Geesh how do you get this brat to shut up already?" Jason asked himself as he tried to make a bottle for Damian.

Jason was seething out of frustration and irritation from Damian's crying. He finally made the right mixture of formula and started to heat it up. As he did he started to jostle and rock Damian while waiting for it to be done and noticed he was quiet now.

Damian had managed to calm down a bit and started to stare at Jason.

"Why are you staring at me brat?"

Damian gurgled and then grabbed Jason's nose suddenly fascinated by his face. Just as Jason was ready to beat the kid he got a glimpse of Damian's emerald eyes. As he looked into them now making eye contact with Damian he saw something familiar in them.

A boy who wanted the one who cared most about them, the one who showed them love this reason he always wanted Bruce. Jason had experienced this especially when he was younger he had just come off the streets from a drug addicted family and was taken in by Bruce.

While Bruce could be hard on him at times he still was the only one who accepted him for him. He tried to make him the best he could and showed while not openly or in an affectionate way love.

The bottle was finally done and Jason took it out giving it to Damian who greedily sucked on it. As he did so Jason felt Damian's dependency for him, something he'd hadn't felt a lot. While he felt wanted by Bruce and all his Bat brothers no one had ever really shown they needed him. That is until this moment where Damian truly depended on him.

Jason drew Damian in close and even placed a kiss on top of his head as he drank the bottle. At that moment he felt a deep connection and protectiveness for the small babe not willing to let anyone or anything remotely hurt the small child.

"So I see that he's grown on you."

Jason turned around and saw Bruce standing their in the doorway. He blushed a bit from his softness being revealed a bit.

"I guess he's not so bad but he's still a brat. So how did it go with Talia?"

"Well the good news is we are keeping Damian, but I'm afraid we may have to keep a constant eye on him who knows what the League might try."

Jason nodded and then focused on Damian who had now finished his bottle. He was now asleep and ready for a nap.

"I'll take him up for his nap."

Jason then reluctantly handed the sleeping Damian to Bruce and turned to clean off the bottle.

Bruce walked slowly and carefully upstairs as to not disturb his son. After eventually getting to Damian's room Bruce decided to stick around for awhile and rocked his son. As he did he couldn't help but stare and talk softly to his son.

"I'll never let anyone get to you Damian that I can promise you. Nor will I ever let you go this was my home and now it's yours."

Damian cooed a bit in his sleep as if he were listening to his father. He then cuddled real close to Bruce's chest basking in the warmth it provided.

For a few minutes Bruce stood there happily watching his son, but then it came time to leave for he had some work to do before patrol tonight. He gently put his son in his crib leaving a kiss on his head.

After he gently closed the door and a longing stare Bruce headed down to the Batcave.

For a few hours he typed at the computer and after he finally finished he could tell tonight was going to be a long night. As Bruce came up the stairs back up to the manor he heard the usual bickering of Tim and Jason coming from . However today's fight was about something entirely different from the usual bickering.

"I am his favorite!" Tim yelled

"No he likes me more!" Jason rebuttaled.

"How about we let him decide then!"

"Fine whoever he reaches for first then."

"Fine but no cheating with toys or anything he particularly likes."

"Fiiinne" Jason groaned.

Bruce kept behind a wall to see how this would turn out.

Damian was set gently on a blanket over the coffee table. He had his usual scowl but it had lightened up over the last week so it wasn't as intense.

"Come on Damian you know you like Timmy more come on reach for me."

"No no you like Jason more, come on we had that moment today now reach for me."

As both the boys cooed and called the infant Damian simply looked back and forth between the two. He couldn't tell which one he was more drawn to but it was then he saw someone that would always be his favorite. He babbled and held out his chubby little arms in the middle of the boys causing both to be rather confused.

It was then Bruce came up behind them and picked up his son who requested to be held. Both Tim and Jason's jaws dropped as they were both denied by the little baby bat.

"Bruce why did you do that we were trying to see which one of use he likes more!" Tim complained.

"Well I think it's clear now." Jason grumbled.

"Well I'm his father what would you expect?"

Though he chose Bruce over them both the boys didn't love Damian any less. It was clear he was quite special to them and would always be considered their brother.

A few hours later they all had dinner and Bruce had decided he better give Damian a bath especially after today's diaper change before dinner. Alfred had offered to do so but Bruce had felt he should do it. After all even though the Wayne's had been a rich family and had maids and butlers they had always preferred to do most of the stuff a regular parent would do for their children themselves.

Damian luckily was an easy bather but this was most likely because it was his father doing it. If it had been anyone else he would have screamed and squirmed the entire time.

After getting him all clean Bruce diapered Damian and put a blue onesie on him. He then rocked him until he was fast asleep handing him to Alfred for the night for it was time to get ready for patrol.

Not to mention from his studies it was going to be a long night so he had many more gadgets to prep.

It was 12:30 when everyone finally came back everyone was very beat up. It turned out that The Riddler had escaped Arkham and was stirring up trouble. Jason and Tim had taken on all the goons resulting in many bruises and other injuries. Dick helped Bruce take on the Riddler himself which resulted in all the same injuries of Jason and Tim plus giant head splitting headaches from his mind technology. They took him out and put him back where he belong but all of them were dead tired so they all went straight to bed.

Bruce hit the bed hard figuring he could see Damian in the morning for he was fast asleep to. He just laid there eyes closed nothing but a pair of PJ pants on about to go into a deep sleep.

It was then Damian wailed immediately waking Bruce up. He shot out of bed able to hear the terrified cries of his son. He ran to the door and ripped it open looking around to see if anyone was in his son's room.

Seeing nobody there he ran over to his sons crib to see he was all scrunched up and red. Bruce had read several baby books after Damian came here and he knew what all signs meant, Damian was having a nightmare.

Bruce quickly but gently picked up his son tightly cradling him to his chest and rocking him.

"Sssshhh shhhh it's ok daddy's here daddy's here shhhh shhh."

Damian slowly started to calm down and as Bruce continued to comfort him all the boys came running in.

"Bruce is he ok!" Dick said dazed as he had ran into the door before he came in.

Jason came in with a knife ready to stab the intruder and defend his little brother.

Tim had two birdarangs ready to throw ready to take on an army of enemies.

"Boys he's fine he's just having a nightmare."

Damian at last was calm but was shaking uncontrollably grasping onto Bruce's chest.

All the boys intended and came closer to Damian, hearts breaking as they saw the little baby shaking in fear.

"Is there anything we can do?" Tim asked innocently.

"No I can take care of it from here you all just get some sleep."

They all took one last glance at Damian and then turned to go out to the door each one exhausted.

Bruce was fairly surprised by how attached all the boys had already gotten, it was quite clear that Damian would always be safe and loved.

As Damian kept shaking unable to stop and gripping on to Bruce for dear life Bruce decided to do something that he thought would help.

Bruce left the nursery and went to his room taking Damian with him. He got to his room and got into his bed still keeping Damian clutched close to him. He laid on his side and held onto Damian like a teddy bear. It took a few minutes but eventually Damian was still, absolutely in heaven in his father's hold.

The two clearly needed each other and were better because the other was there. It was quite obvious that Bruce enjoyed being a father and would enjoy it for the rest of his life.