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Baby Dami- Chapter 1-shopping

Bruce sat on top of the building brooding over his recent encounter with Talia. What was he supposed to do with a two month old! He was Batman! Sure, he has raised kids before, but they were already teenagers by the time he got to them. Then he had another thought. Diapers. He needed diapers. And bottles. God, why did Alfred choose now to visit his relatives in England. There was no one at the manor to leave the kid with. There was only one option. He needed to take the kid with him on patrol. But before he continued patrol, he needed diapers and whatever else the kid might immediately need.

He glanced down at the small infant in his arms and remembered once hearing something about not shaking babies. He then wondered how he was going to get off of the roof. He debated using his grapple, but he didn't know how the kid would handle it. Didn't babies puke like all the time? Then he remembers the staircase goes down to the ground floor of the building. He sighed and went over to the well and started to descend.

When he got to the ground floor of the building, he immediately summoned the Batmobile. It arrived in the dark alley shortly after and he climbed in. After he settled into the driver's seat, he looked down at Damian to find him glaring up at his father through remarkably blue eyes.

"So he has my eyes after all."

Bruce mumbled as he thought of his next course of action. For the ump-teenth time he wished Alfred had chosen any other week to visit his family in England. The bat's eyes widened beneath the cowl when he remembered that he didn't have any of the materials required to take care of a baby. Namely diapers and bottles. Those would be required immediately. He then decided that patrol could wait. Nothing had been going on anyway. He then tried to put down Damian to change into the spare pair of sweat pants and t-shirt that he kept in the batmobile for emergencies. He considered this an emergency. As he tried to put the still glaring child into the passenger's seat, he started screaming. Not just average screaming, rather, bone chilling, ear splitting, screaming. Bruce quickly brought the little banshee back to his chest and he quieted. Bruce huffed. He wasn't going to be able to change out of his armor. Shit. Shit shit shit. He couldn't change. He needed those supplies. He didn't have any choice. He was going to have to go to Wal-Mart in his full batman regalia.

He grumbled as he waited for the car to back out of the parking stall. Realistically, how long does it take to back up? After the person in the extremely slow car moved, he pulled the Batmobile into the stall in camouflage mode. He didn't need to attract any more attention to himself than absolutely necessary. He cringed to himself at that. He was going to attract a LOT of attention. Steeling his nerves, he got out of the car, hoping no one would be in there.

He stood in the baby isle. In his armor. With a two month old. He cringed. It was going to take months for his reputation to recover. If not years. As he stood looking through baby formula, he could practically feel the snickers coming from all around him. It didn't help that Damian glared at everything and everyone. He sighed and repressed the urge to rub his eyes. He then grabbed a box that looked good enough, threw it in the cart, and moved on to diapers as he was contemplating (brooding over) which one to get, a rather bold mother of four that had been pushing a cart down the isle with a tail of three kids following her and an infant in the cart rolled to a stop next to him. When she realised that he wasn't just some cosplay fanatic she did a double take. Then she smirked.

"Since when do urban legends buy diapers?" She asked amused as her kids just stared at him.

"Since tonight, apparently." He said motioning to Damian, who he hadn't tried to set down since he left the Batmobile.

She smiled as the young kids grew curious in the stranger. "Is he yours?" She asked.

He simply grunted conformation as the kids inch forward.

"How old is he?" She asked. Damian suddenly took notice of the children inching forward. He, not caring that they were all several years older than himself, let loose a wicked glare that made them scatter away as the adults continued talking.

"Two months, apparently." He said his shoulders slumping slightly.

"I take it this is your first time in the baby isle, then." All she got was a grunt. She looked at him. "I see. What you will need are these diapers," she threw a large pack of diapers off of the shelf and into his cart. "And, weather you know it or not, you will need this," she threw in baby powder, "these," she threw in baby lotion and soap, "and this will probably be useful." She threw in a portable baby monitor. "And don't forget blankets." He simply blinked. She regarded him. "You know, you look like my husband did after our first child. Although, don't you have a Robin?" She half joked.

"They were teenagers by the time I got them." He grumbled, answering honestly. Now it was her turn to blink.

"Wow, you don't know much about babies, do you. Didn't you ever have any younger siblings?" She asked looking straight into the eyes of the cowl. She sees a flash of pain on his face before he looks away.

"I was the oldest. My parents died before they could have any more." He grumbled softly.

Her eyes widened slightly. "I'm sorry." She said before she turned away and scribbled on a piece of scrap paper. Then she handed it to him. "This is my cell. You can call me if you ever have questions. See you around, urban legend." Then she grabbed the diapers that she needed and strode off with her tail close behind.

He blinked a couple times before he turned and put the piece of paper in his belt and continued on to get blankets and something the Batcomputer called a 'pack-n-play'.

"O-ok s-s-sir, your t-total is 355 dollars a-and t-t-twelve c-c-cents." Said the trembling cashier.

The bat merely pulled four hundreds out of his belt and put them on the counter. Then he grumbled, Damien glared, and they were headed back to the batmobile.

A/N

Ok, so I finally got his chapter done. I spent a lot of time brooding over this and where I should go with it. Poor Bruce. Btw the mystery mom will probably be coming back. Tell me who you think it is please! Hope you liked the longer chapter. Sorry about the OOC. Get over it.

-Gemini