"Hey, son," Bruce smiled as Damian woke up slowly, he was the only one at the batcave- they made a schedule so at least one person would be with him at every moment. "Good to have you back. How do you feel?"
"Tired," Damian answered groggily, and then chuckled. "Which is ironic as I've been asleep for over a month."
"How did you know? Were you aware of what was going on around you while you were unconscious?" Bruce asked him confused and curious at the same time.
"No, but I aided a being of great power while traveling through space. They are the ruler of the Dreaming, the place we all go when we sleep," Damian answered. "As a boon for my aid they allowed me to be able to make conscious decisions when I am in their kingdom... as long as I follow the rules. I spent most of it with Luciene in the library, they have a collection of every story that ever happened. Jason would have loved it."
"That he would," Bruce smiled at his considerate son, shelving this Dreaming situation for another day. One thing he has learned is to take one thing at the time and not rush it when there's no need. "We met your great-grandparent, they and Alfred bonded quickly. I think that friendship has the whole family scared."
"TT- It has the whole of Hell scared shitless," Damian tched. "Alfred has a sainthood pending for when he dies, a saint and the devil being best friends... I think that even Heaven is weary of that bonding relationship. Why do you think I tried not to introduce them before? Which is why great-grandparent pulled one over me."
"Alfred is going to be a saint? Well, that is not surprising if I am being honest," Bruce murmured stunned, but not that shocked. It was Alfred after all, he is the overlord of the Wayne Manor. "You already knew about Titus and Alfred the cat? Sorry, the Bastet. That's why you didn't say anything? Not because you were afraid of how we would react?"
"Baba, you love us more than anything," Damian smiled at his father softly. "You might not cross the line of not killing for us, but not because you do not care. It is because you care that you would not do so. It took me a while to understand, but you do not want our memory to be taintent by something like murder. You would accept us no matter our past or what blood we carry. You would do cheat, beg, and lie for us. I never feared your reaction... I just feared the combo I knew shido and great-grandparent would make." Bruce smiled, eyes watery, as he caressed his son's soft hair. "As for Titus and Alfie, yes I knew since they one what they were. I have the blood of Lucifer Morningstar running through my veins. I knew that Titus was a being of Hell. I just allowed them to keep their game because it amused them."
"That would be something you would do, my sweet considerate son," Bruce praised Damian softly, making him blush slightly- which had Bruce look at him fondly. "Are any of your pets not what they seem?"
"Well, Batcow is one of the remaining Cattle of Helios, an immortal and perfect cow," Damian answered, taking his father by surprise. "After the old gods died, most of the mythical beings died slowly, only a few of them survived. As for dragons only the bat-dragons species is alive on Earth at the moment. Don't worry, I made sure that Goliath's thunder is well-protected. As for Jerry, he is not a Turkey. He is a caladrius."
"A caladrius... as in the snow-white bird that is said to be able to take the sickness into itself and then fly away, dispersing the sickness and healing both itself and the sick person?" Bruce asked in disbelief.
"Yes, he is," Damian answered. "Not a surprising partner for me. He does help me with my healing missions, takes a load off my back. It also takes the suspicion from me, no one expects a powered being now that they have a mythical being flying around and healing people. How are things in Gotham? I might have gone overboard."
"Might have?" Bruce asked in amusement. "You did, but do not worry. Everything went fine. As always the goverment and the public in general did not pay attention to Gotham, out of sight out of mind," Bruce informed him drily. "The secrecy spell we had Captain Marvel do is working and is keeping things at bay, though we are keeping an eye on things. As for your life, luckily it's summer so we are simply telling people you've locked yourself in a room painting every day. An excentric young artist is not that far-fecthed, not when you've done various interviews saying how much you love to paint and how you get so immersed in your art. We are planning on doing an art show during your summer vacation as well."
"Good, donate every penny gained to charities and the Martha Wayne Foundation," Damian hummed. "I must have collected a lot of pieces during these last two years we can use to alleviate suspicions."
"Do you... feel different?" Bruce finally asked his son carefuly.
"Not really," Damian answered. "I was already in the process of... evolution? Should I use that word? Oh, well, what I am trying to say is that I do not feel that different. Maybe I will feel different later? I will tell you."
"Good, I am taking your word for it," Bruce kissed his son's forehead. "What?" He asked, when Damian gave him a look. "Ok," he sighed. "I will try to take your word for it, but I will most likely check on you from time to time."
"Now that's the baba I know," Damian chuckled. "Hey, now that I think of it, I feel different."
"Do you hurt anywhere? Should I call Leslie? Alfred? Your great-grandparent?" Bruce began to panic.
"Call down!" Damian sighed tiredly. "Nothing feels, if anything I feel great. It seems that the Grey Lantern Force is no longer working overtime trying to balance the flames within me. My nephelim body, yes, I know about that. The king of the Dreaming told me about that. Well, my nephelim body is strong enough to hold my flames. It no longer hurts without the intervention of the Grey Lantern Force. It feels... good."
"I'm glad," Bruce smiled relieved and happy for his son.
"Mmm, how are my siblings doing? You? Alfred? The Justice League?" Damian asked his father.
"Your siblings are worried," Bruce admitted. "None of them has taken a mission outside of Gotham or Bludhaven. We even have a schedule so that you will not wake up alone," he confessed, gaining a soft but true smile from his son. "Alfred has honestly been the rock holding us together, he did have your great-grandparent to lean on. Lucifer... he has been visiting a lot. He has taught us various demonic etiquette lessons, much to Alfred and Tim's delight. A lot of your behaviors, which Alec and Mara do not share, so they cannot be from the League of Assassins, make a lot of sense now."
"I've tried to adapt as much as possisble, but I am great-grandparent's heir. There are some things I cannot ignore or change of how I behave," Damian confessed.
"You've done an incredible job so far," Bruce told him softly, grateful of all those therapy sessions with Dinah, which allowed him to be more open with his children. "Well, the league, our league, is worried about you. I've had a lantern in Gotham daily, which honestly was quite upseting. They are very annoying! Especially, Gardner and Jordan!" Bruce was supposed to be complaining, but how could he not smile when the son that has been unconscious for a month was laughing so carefree? "Diana and Clark have moved semi-permanently here to support me," he told his son softly, smiling fondly at the memory of his best friends. "What?" He asked his son, when this hummed knowingly.
"I mean when are you three going to get together?" Damian asked his father. "Do not look at me like that baba! You three are made for each other, like pieces of a puzzle."
"I've been seeing Selina, Clark is married, and Diana is an amazonian," Bruce tried to wave his son's claim away as ridiculous.
"Jon told me that his parents were having issues and they were thinking of divorce," Bruce looked at his son surprised, Clark had not told him that. "Diana is an amazonian, but also a demigodess, she has some liberties that the others of her tribe do not. As for Selina... I like her very much, we all do... but do you love her? Hear me out!" Damian stopped his father when this one was quick to open his mouth to protest. "You two have something special as Catwoman and Batman, you trust each others back in a way mot... Talia and you never did. But a relationship based on chases over rooftops won't survive. You are not just Catwoman and Batman, you are Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne. A woman who loves to be free and a man who needs stability. No matter how much you care about each other, you are two very different people." Damian smiled at his father, who did not say anything as his son's words were true. "You ran to her because she is someone, something, you knew and were familiar with, because you were afraid. Do you need to be afraid with Uncle Clark and Aunt Diana?"
"No," Bruce answered softly, with a wry smile. "Since when did you get so wise?"
"Me? I've always been wise," Damian answered primly, causing his baba to laugh. Damian smiled at his father and said. "Think about it, there's no rush."
"I will," Bruce sighed with a soft smile. "Now let's call your siblings, otherwise they'll have my head."
But it was too late, as they both heard various "Dami!" being yelled and then a lot of footsteps thundering down the stairs of the batcave. Bruce smiled as his family reunited, finally complete after so long. He'll think about his relationship with his best friends later, for now he'll enjoy this peace.