Four months later

Bruce couldn't believe his son was already going to be one year old. It seemed like only yesterday the babe couldn't even sit up or even say a single word. Now he was crawling, teething, and much more. He loved seeing his little boy grow up but he couldn't help but want him to stay little.

They were currently planning the little baby's birthday many "cough Dick" wanting to make it as big as possible. Bruce, while believe me planned to spoil his son beyond all reason, still wanted to keep his son's birthday small.

"But Bruce it's his first birthday it has to be big!"

"Dick who would we even invite besides while he may only one I'm pretty sure Damian doesn't like crowds especially after the incident when he was six months old. I think he would be more comfortable with a small party with just me, you, Alfred, Jason, and Tim."

"Uuuggg fine."

Dick walked off disappointed but he saw Bruce's point Damian didn't like crowds so something small would be best. But Dick remembered the giant birthdays his family and the circus would throw for him and he just wanted Damian to experience feeling special like that. Then again pretty much everyday was about Damian and not because he was a brat but because he was the apple of everyone's eyes.

"Master Bruce."

Bruce turned around and saw Alfred holding Damian who was now reaching for him.

"Papa."

"Ah there's the soon to be birthday boy come here." Bruce said as he gladly took Damian in his arms.

Damian babbled his incoherent baby language trying to tell his father about his day.

"He's been begging for you for the last hour. I musts say the young master is rather attached to you."

"Well I'd say the feelings mutual."

Bruce laid a kiss on Damian's head hugging the little baby tightly to him. Damian hugged his father back always the happiest in his father loving arms. Bruce then took his son over to the living room floor where he started to play with his son.

He bounced him, threw him in the air, entertained him with his many many toys, and lastly tickled him to no ends.

Damian laughed madly from his father's endless tickling loving having his sole and undivided attention.

"Papa! Papa!"

Bruce smiled at his son who was one of the few sources of happiness for him including all the other boys and Alfred. He cared deeply for all of them not sure what he would do without any of them.

Two days later

"You got the camera working yet?" Bruce asked Jason.

"Almost just this one thing annnnndddd rolling!"

"Alright Damian come on blow out the candle come on you can do it."

Damian was sitting in his high chair with a large chocolate cake made by Alfred of course. He had a party hat on and special onesie ready to celebrate his birthday.

"Come on Damian you can do it just blow." Dick said while trying to show the small child how to do the action.

"Ok it's clear the kid doesn't get this so I'll do it." Tim said as he attempted to blow out the candle.

Tim was immediately punched in the stomach by Jason knocking the wind out of him.

"Don't you dare or so so help me you will not see tomorrow!"

As Tim was gasping on the floor everyone even Alfred was encouraging Damian to blow out out the candle. Eventually the little tyke managed to blow out the small candle resulting in a cheer from everyone.

Damian then stuffed his face with cake using his hands resulting in a very messy baby.

"I'll take the young master to be bathed."

"Actually I'll take it Alfred."

Bruce picked up his frosting and cake covered son and took him upstairs. As he did that everyone was cleaning up reminiscing on the little boys time here.

"Ok so maybe a small birthday was the best." Duck said as he realized he would have had to clean up the large party he wanted.

"I can't believe he's already a year old it seemed just like yesterday he relied on us so much." Jason said.

"Well seeing that he can't walk, can't talk, has hardly any teeth, and isn't potty trained I'd say he still needs us quite a bit." Tim argued.

"I know I'm just saying he's becoming more independent and growing up it's kind of sad."

"All have to grow up at some point master Jason."

Jason grumbled at the comment Alfred made wanting Damian to stay a little baby forever so he wouldn't have to deal with the troubles of life.

They all continued to clean for a few more minutes until they were finally done now just waiting for the birthday boy and his father to return.

About ten minutes later Bruce came down with a squeaky clean Damian wrapped in his favorite Batman blanket wearing nothing but a diaper underneath.

"I believe it's present time." Dick said excitedly.

Everyone gathered around in the living room Bruce holding the bundled up Damian. All of Damian's brothers and Alfred helped get out all the many gifts most of them from Bruce.

Dick came up with his gifts first he got Damian a flashy toy, a stuffed bat, and a pair of Robin footie pajamas.

Then Jason came up and gave Damian a baby leather jacket, a fancy dog tag with his name on it, and lastly an original Robin costume of his very own. He figured if they ever went on a mission and needed to bring him he was covered.

Tim was next he got Damian a copy of How to Train Your Dragon, a toy that could light up and sing, and lastly a Batman sleeper.

Lastly was Alfred who got his young master a pocket watch for when he was older that had a picture of Grandma and Grandpa Wayne, an old teddy bear Bruce owned, and lastly a cute little red Robin towel with a Robin head design in the hood.

It then came time for all of Bruce's many gifts to his son ranging from toys to baby essentials. Damian was clearly a very loved baby not because he got many gifts but because everyone was willing to give their lives to this child. They all cared for him and wanted the best for the little tyke.

Damian crawled around as he played with his toys after Bruce finally set him down. He played and played everyone laughing at some of the baby's adorable actions. Soon Damian started to get sleepy and collapsed in his Batman blanket and laying on his father's old teddy bear.

"I better put him down for a nap." Bruce said as he walked over to his son.

He gently picked up his son as to not disturb him getting whiff of something stinky.

"Smells like he needs his diaper changed to."

Bruce waved the sleepy Damian's little hand and then turned to change his son then put him to bed. All of them waved at the sleepy babe happy to see he clearly enjoyed his birthday.

One month later

It seemed that Tim getting Damian How to Train Your Dragon was a mistake because he had become obsessed with it. He wanted to watch it all the time not to mention always wanted to be dressed like a Viking. He even got a little wooden sword that Alfred made him entertained by the baby's obsession. Though excitingly it did get Damian to learn a new word, Dragon.

After watching it for like the millionth time it came time for Damian's nap. It was just Bruce and Damian in the room since all the other boys were sick of watching the movie each going off to do their own thing except Dick who was feeling very threatened in his favorite brother position.

He had noticed that Damian had been favoring Jason lately. It was greatly disturbing to Dick who felt he needed to put the world back in balance so he went off to work on his way of getting Damian back.

Meanwhile Damian and Bruce slept on the floor of the living room, Damian resting on Bruce's muscular chest. They laid there for twenty minutes Damian in the safest and living place he could have possibly been. He was held very tight to his father who enjoyed the warmth of his son on him.

Eventually Bruce woke up feeling a very pudgy tiny hand slapping his cheek.

"Papa?" Damian said teary eyed and confused as to his father's living condition as he stared into Bruce's eyes.

Bruce could tell his son was worried for when he didn't wake up immediately so he sat up and started to rub his son's back.

"It's ok it's ok, I'm here I'm ok."

Damian eventually calmed down and hugged his father out of relief.

"Dragon?"

"You want to watch it again?"

Damian eagerly nodded his head.

"Alright."

Bruce set down Damian on the ground and started the DVD player then he became curious of something. Bruce laid down on his side and looked at his son.

"Batman or Dragon?"

"Dragon!"

Bruce expected this answer from the one year old but then a more pressing question came to his head.

"Papa or Dragon!"

"Dragon!" Damian yelled as he hit his father's head with his wooden sword frustrated by the obvious question.

Bruce collapsed and grabbed his head grunting in pain. Damian's frustration immediately disappeared as it turned into concern.

"Papa?"

Bruce then got a wicked idea on how to get the answer he want- I mean the real answer to his question. He started to shudder and fake cry causing Damian to crawl onto his father.

"Papa?"

No answer came from Bruce.

"Papa! Papa!"

"Papa or Dragon!" Bruce asked pretending to be sad.

"Papa! Papa!"

Bruce immediately perked up and picked his son who clung to him wanting desperately to know he was forgiven and still loved by his father. Bruce immediately started to rub his son's back and rock him back and forth.

"Damian! Dragon is here!" Dick yelled out as he bursted into the room in a Toothless costume.

"No! Papa!" Damian yelled as he drew quickly closer to Bruce putting his tiny arms tighter around Bruce's neck.

Dicks face was in absolute shock he thought this costume was full proof to help him get his favorite brother spot reassured.

Bruce was happy about this happy to know his son wanted him above some cartoon character.

One month later

"Bruce come on stay with us!" Dick yelled as he tried to support Bruce's highly damaged body with Jason.

"Bruce please open your eyes Bruce!" Jason yelled.

"Alfred!" Tim yelled desperately trying to find the butler.

Alfred came running down only to be shocked by the sight of a bloody Bruce.

"What happened?!"

"We were fighting Mr. Zasac and he managed to stab Bruce several times. We thought he was fine until we were about to drive back and he collapsed."

"Alright alright, Master Tim can you please get me an IV badge with Master Bruce's blood."

Tim rushed to the medical area of the Batcave and got the IV stand and bag of Bruce's blood.

"Master Jason and Dick place Master Bruce on the table in the medical wing."

Jason and Dick laid Bruce on the small bed they kept in the cave as Tim put the IV in Bruce.

They all watched as Alfred stitched up Bruce's cuts and gave him painkillers to help relieve him. After he was all cleaned up and he had all his blood back Alfred had the boys help him move Bruce to his room. They took off his suit and put some pj pants on him making it so he remained shirtless.

"Will he be ok?" Tim asked Alfred.

"Yes Master Tim as we know he has been through a lot worse, now let's go he needs his rest."

Alfred practically forced the boys out knowing there would be no other way to get them out. He had left the door cracked incidentally making it so a little nursery run away could sneak in.

Damian had been learning to stand lately using everything to support himself. Often Bruce would come in his room in the morning to find him grabbing onto his crib standing and waiting there for him. It just so happened that the noise of the boys and Alfred carrying Bruce up to his room woke the one year old up. He used his crib bars to stand up and out of curiosity as to what was happening he reached for the latch to the bars in front of him and unhooked it. The bars immediately came down causing the very unsteady baby to full on his but like always did if he tried to stand on his own.

He then slid out of his crib and crawled to his father's room, everyone being downstairs he did don unnoticed. He then slipped through the crack on the doorway and crawled to his father's bed. Using all the strength his little body had Damian pulled himself up and climbed up the mattress. The little baby luckily had pretty strong arms so he managed to get to the top and then proceeded to crawl to his father.

"Papa?" Damian asked as he leaned on his father's bandaged chest.

"Papa?"

Bruce was still silent and didn't open his eyes.

Damian then crawled up to his face and started patting it.

"Papa? Papa? Papa?" Damian called out desperately disturbed by the fact his father wasn't waking up or moving.

"Papa! Papa!"

It was then Damian in a desperate attempt to get his father's attention did something rather dangerous. He pushed himself up and actually to stand up. He stood there babbling in confusion and distress. For about five seconds he managed to stay steady but eventually his tiny chubby legs gave in.

"Papa!" Damian called out of fear as he fell and started to slide off the bed.

Within a second before Damian's little butt could even get past the edge of the mattress a large strong hand grabbed his little foot.

"Damian what are you doing?!"

Bruce carefully pulled his son back on the bed and cradled him in his arms. His son was very lucky that Bruce managed to wake up past the pain.

"Papa."

Damian cuddled closely to Bruce happy his father was still alive and giving him attention.

"Damian please don't ever do anything like that again you scared papa quite a bit."

Damian nodded and then grabbed onto his father's chest clearly refusing to move for the night.

Bruce gladly took the baby and cradled him tightly to his chest. He decided that tonight would be one of those rare occasions he would let Damian sleep with him.

He turned to his side and held his baby boy tightly happy to not be alone.

The next morning Dick had gotten up early and figured he might as well get Damian up, mainly so he could have some alone time with him. He quietly opened Damian's door but was shocked to find the crib open and with no Damian in it. In a panic he ran to Bruce's room about to yell out the bad news only to find the little baby he was looking for sleeping with his father.

Dick's heart warmed at the sight making him leave to let the two sleep in peace and the happiness of one another.