Damian was having another one of those dreams again. Sometimes when him and his father had a successful patrol he would have good dreams. He didn't know why, but he just did. Right now he having an amazing dream about him beating the crap out of Joker and severing his head off and showing it proudly to father.

Although he knew in reality his father would not be pleased with how he dealt with the Joker, but for the time being he didn't care, it was his dream.

As Damian continued to sleep, snuggled in his comforter and Batman pajamas Dick had bought him, he was unaware that something was not going to allow him or others for that matter to sleep tonight.

Before Damian could bring the finishing blow to Joker once and for all, a loud, piercing scream was heard throughout the whole house. He shot out of bed quickly onto his feet, already in a fighting stance to look for the unknown invader.

"Daddy!" the voice screamed. Damian froze upon hearing that childish voice then sighed in despair.

"I know that voice anywhere." Damian thought. He grumbled and jumped off his bed and raced out of his room. A door across from his room opened to reveal Tim Drake, a know-it-all nuisance in his opinion. Tim looked tired. His hair looked tousled as he reached to scratch his hair making it more uneven.

"What happened? Did someone die?" Tim asked groggily.

Damian paid no attention to him and continued his frenzied sprint towards the room. He stopped before walking in, looking left and right, carefully making sure the 5-year old was not hurt. After checking for any danger he walked towards her. Moments later Tim, Dick and Jason soon arrived with Bruce and Diana not far behind.

Diana walked towards her daughter and gave her a comforting hug. She looked at Damien with concern etched in her eyes. "Damian what happened?" Damian only shrugged. "I don't know she was like this I got here."

Emma sobs were uncontrollable.

Jason growled in annoyance. "What's her problem?" Bruce pushed his way into the room giving a Jason a glare to keep quiet. Kneeling down in front of her Bruce picked her up and placed her on his lap.

"Emma can you tell me what's wrong so we can help." "I…had…a…bad…dream." Her sobs muffled the words she was saying.

Damian rolled his eyes at how pathetic his sister was acting. Her useless crying was beginning to irritate him. Dick sat down beside Bruce and took the little girl's hand and rubbed her back. "What else happened?" Dick questioned.

"Mommy…and…Daddy…and...everyone else...died…and…Damian…got…killed…too." Damian head snapped towards Emma. Everyone was silent with only Emma's cries being heard in the room. "It's alright Emma." Diana had now knelt in front of her comforting her while Dick tried to calm her down. Damian was starting to get a headache. "I don't see why it matters anyway. It's just a dream."

Damian didn't seem to understand why someone dreams or nightmares matter. During his time in the League of Assassins Damian never he had a nightmare but he did recall his mother saying that crying over a dream that will most likely never happen in real life is a sign of "weakness". He had been taught to give up childish things at an early age, perhaps that's why he was so serious all the time.

As Emma's sobs began to lessen he had the urge to demand the little girl to shut up. There was point in crying over stupid dream such as this. Here he was alive and well, he wasn't dead like the little girl had said. Now fed up with the useless crying, and the chicken pecking from Dick and Diana Damian marched over to Emma ready to chastise her.

Emma looked up to see her brother marching over to her with a scowl on his face. Still sitting in her father's lap she turned to him and tugged his shirt sleeve grabbing his attention. He had a curious look on his face.

"Can Damian sleep with me tonight Daddy?"

Those words stopped Damian in his tracks. Jason and Tim wearily looked at the scene before them. Dick snickered loudly while Diana giggled quietly but it was loud enough for Damien to give them both a stern glare.

"Please Daddy." Whined the little girl. Bruce looked uncertain and looked at Diana for support. She shrugged, "Why not?"

Unfortunately Damian had not spoken sooner. He really wasn't looking forward to sleeping with a crying little girl. Just thinking it made Damian shiver uncontrollably.

"Well I don't see why not." Bruce concluded

Soon a series of events came hurling at Damian. Bruce picked up Emma and handed her over to him. Everyone began heading to their own rooms. Jason walked out the room muttering about how he would need to wake up early. Leaving Damien alone with Emma tugging on his arm.

"Come on Damian." She ran to the bed and patted the spot next to her waiting for him to get in. "Aren't you going to sleep with me?" Emma said with a patient look.

Damian sighed. He walked over to Emma and dragged himself under the covers.

"Fine I'll sleep with you but don't pee, snore, and absolutely no crying. Understood?" But Emma wasn't listening instead she crushed Damian's chest with a massive hug and snuggled in to it and fell asleep. "I love you Damian." Whispered Emma. Damian was silent as his eyes grew heavy.

"I love you too."

The next morning Bruce walked in to Emma's room to check on how she had slept with Damian when something else caught his eye.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He almost wanted to laugh. Almost.

He walked closer to make sure his eyes wasn't deceiving him. Sure enough Damian had his arms protective around Emma, and she had her arms around him with a contempt smile on her face. Bruce chuckled and walked out the room, making his way out as quietly as possibly.

Later at Breakfast

"Daddy! Damian had his arms around me while I was asleep!"

"No I didn't!"

The End