Baby Dami-Chapter 2-surprise visit

After he got back to the Batcave, he sat in his chair, watching Damian sleep. It had taken him hours to get the two month old to settle down enough to sleep. Now he didn't want to put him down in fear of him waking up. Even if he had to stay up all night. For the fifth night in a row. Then he once again returned to working on the Batcomputer.

Crime was slow for once in Blüdhaven. Nightwing had been out all night and had yet to encounter any major crimes. Then he wondered what his surrogate father was up to. He hadn't been to see him in weeks. Last he had heard, Alfred had gone back to England for a holiday. He vaguely wondered if Bruce had starved to death yet. He smirked. Maybe he could leave his city alone for one night.

Bruce was concentrating on his Joker case. He needed to find where he was going to hit next. And he had more on his mind than usual, however. How was he supposed to find the time to take care of a baby? When was Alfred going to get back? What was he supposed to do with the kid until he got back? All of these questions and many more kept running through his head. Therefore he did not hear the light and quiet footsteps coming down to the cave.

"Hey, Bruce!" Dick cried at the top of his lungs as all hell broke loose. Bruce cussed loudly while jumping up and turning around to face Dick. At the same time a baby started screaming. That is what caught him off guard. A baby? In the Batcave?

"What the hell, Bruce? I thought you heard me coming!" Dick cried.

"I've had a lot on my mind, ok!" Bruce grumbled as he sat back down in his chair, trying to get the baby to stop screaming.

He came up behind Bruce, "Where did he come from, it is a he isn't it?" He said leaning over the back of the chair to touch the kid's face as he started to quiet back down.

"Yes he's a he, and he's mine."

Bruce rumbled in a deep baritone as Damian opened his blue eyes.

"Wow, I guess. He has your eyes. Who's the mom?" Dick asked as he took the infant from his father.

"Talia." Bruce grumbled and put his head in his newly freed hands.

Dick's eyebrows shot up and looked down at the baby in his arms. He was sucking his thumb. "He looks about three months old..." He trailed off.

Bruce sighed. "Dick, she drugged me about eleven months ago. I remember it, but I didn't have control of myself at the time."

Dick just nods, and continues to stare off into space. Then he snaps out of it.

"Hey, that means I have a new little brother, doesn't it?" He said happily.

"This is so asterus!" He proclaimed.

"If you want to look at it that way, I guess so." Bruce chuckled as he watched as his oldest son played with his youngest one.

"The only problem is what I am going to do with him until Alfred gets back."

"Well, at least he flies back from England tomorrow." Dick said slightly optimistically. That's when a window popped up on the computer screen in front of Bruce.

" . . . And in other news, a volcano has been erupting in an isolated part of Iceland for the past fourty eight hours. Fortunately, no one was around when it started. And due to the wind from the north the ash from this volcano has been blown south over the Atlantic ocean. Officials expect that all air traffic between Europe and the United States will be brought to a standstill. Back to you Jim."

Bruce then muted the computer and turned to glare at Dick. "You were saying?" He growled.

"Never mind." He said meekly, rubbing the back of his neck. Just then the police scanner linked to his communicator went off. He listened to it for a few seconds before handing Damian back to Bruce and starting for the stairs.

"Trouble in Blüdhaven! Got to go! Bye dad!" He called over his shoulder. When he reached the foot of the stairs however, he hesitated.

"Bruce, please get some sleep tonight." He said before running up the stairs to face the new crisis brewing in Blüdhaven.

After Dick left, Bruce sat brooding in the cave. Eventually, he decided that Damian looked cold and also that his under armor was beginning to smell. So, he got up and grabbed a blanket out of the Wal-Mart crap piled in a heap next to the computer console. He loosely wrapped him in the red blanket and then walked over to the changing rooms in the cave. Once there, the first thing he did was find a dirty pair of sweat pants and ball them up on the floor. Then he set the child on the small heap of clothing. He glared daggers at his father but made no noise. Bruce sighed in relief. Then he began taking his armor off. After it was added to the growing pile, he found a clean pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Once fully clothed, he removed Damian from the floor. Then he went to the computer and ordered baby necessities in bulk.

When he was done with this he looked down at his son, who was nearly asleep. Remembering what Dick had said, he decided to grab the pack n play and head upstairs.

Once he was in his master bedroom he set Damian down on the bed and started trying to set up the pack n play. About twenty-five minutes and a very colorful vocabulary later, he got it assembled. He then put a sleeping Damian in the crib and got into his own bed. He was out before his head hit the pillow.

A/N

Let's hope it SAVES this time! This is my second time writing this chapter. So anyway, semester finals are OVER :D *happy face*! I hope you liked this chapter. I feel so bad for Bruce. I am so evil. Any suggestions for the next chapter? I'd love to hear them! Let me know and I might use it. BTW I'm thinking the commissioner in the next chapter and Jason eventually. If this even saves. I hope it does. DaddyBats = love! :p

-Gemini