WAYNE MANOR
NIGHT
Damian would not be defeated. He had sworn he could handle this mission. He had worked hard to convince his Father, Selina, and Alfred that he was more than capable of doing this on his own. He would not now be defeated by the seemingly innocent looking demon across from him.
Father and Selina had an important event to attend that night but Alfred was out with Dr. Tompkins. Ma Kent was scheduled to come and watch Helena for the night. The woman had come down with a cold so was unable to do so. Alfred saw no other option but to cancel his plans. Damian leapt in to insist he could stay home to watch Helena.
Damian wasn't sure who was more shocked – the adults or him. That he would willingly give up a night of patrol to stay home with the baby. He loved her though, doted on her. He also knew, no matter what his brothers might claim about themselves, that he was her favourite.
Now that he was alone with her she would not stop crying. Tears streamed continuously from normally sparkling green eyes and streaked across her beautiful face. The face that looked more and more like a feminine version of his every day. Bruce was clearly stamped on both their faces. Added to that the green eyes that were a gift from their mothers there would be little doubt that they were brother and sister.
He'd tried everything he could think of to stop the tears and the crying. Oh, the crying. Had DNA from Black Canary been introduced to Helena? He was sure that his ears should be bleeding by now.
There should be a groove in the floor given the amount he had walked back and forth bouncing her. She had her diaper changed, been fed, had her diaper changed again. He had sung to her – and he'd be making sure to erase all the surveillance footage of this room because a simple baby monitor wouldn't do for Batman – until his voice was hoarse. She had thrown her favourite toy at him multiple times. He just didn't know what to do anymore.
Damian's gaze fell on the soft purple and white sling that Helena was often carried around in by various members of the family. She loved the sling. She slept in the sling, cooed in it, waved happily at the press in it. His eyes narrowed in thought.
GOTHAM
NIGHT
Robin swung onto the roof and landed in a crouch. He scanned the area carefully. Deeming it safe and clear he pulled back the edge of his cape and looked down at his chest. Helena cuddled happily there in her sling. She waved her hands at him.
"That's much better, isn't it?" Robin smiled down at her. "You like that a lot, don't you?"
"You talking to yourself, little brother?" Robin froze. No, no, no. This could not be happening. He'd checked the computer before he left. No one was supposed to be in this part of the city.
"I doubt he's talking to himself." Oh no, Robin groaned inwardly. First Hood, now Nightwing. This could only get worse if – "Maybe he's finally cracked." Of course, Red Robin was there too.
"I have not cracked." Robin didn't dare turn around but he straightened up and dropped his cape back into place. "Why are you all in one place?"
"We just thought we would meet up for burgers and shakes. Want to join?" That was Nightwing.
That repugnant grease pit they were so fond of was right below him. He should have thought of that.
"No. That place is revolting." Robin pulled out his grapnel. "I'll be going now." Helena chose that moment to giggle.
"I think you should turn around now." Hood's tone left no room for argument.
Robin turned slowly around to face his brothers. Hood motioned for him to flip back the cape. Reluctantly, he did so revealing his precious cargo that waved happily at the vigilantes. Varying looks of horror ranged on their faces.
"You did not…." Red Robin's voice trailed to nothing.
"She is going to skin you alive." Hood's voice was whispered horror.
"What were you thinking?" Nightwing asked in shock.
"She would not stop screaming!" Robin burst out. "She screamed for over two hours. I don't know how she has any voice left. As soon as we started to fly she stopped. I just wanted her to stop."
Nightwing opened his mouth but anything else he was going to say was cut off by the comline and the rumble they all knew well as Batman's.
"If anyone happens to know where Robin is and what he might have done with my baby get him back here now. I'll try to stall her mother."