Baby Dami-Chapter 3-business meetings

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Ok, so I realize that batsy is a bit ooc in this but I imagine that he would be at least a little out of sorts with a new two month old kid dumped in his lap. This one has a little bit of bonding in it. I can't have Damian being nasty the entire time. And I just found out that they are going to be making the batman and son movie. I can't wait! It's going to be awesome! And if anyone has a good name for mystery mom, please let me know in the comments. Flame me all you want. I LOVE fire! It will be used to heat the homes when it is THIRTY BELOW wind chill! Beaver DAM it's cold! By the way, I realize now that the description says that Damian is three months old. I'll change that eventually. I'm sooooo good at math. (Not really).

Batman and the Batclan are not mine.

Bruce woke up later that night to screaming. He groaned and got up and went over to the pack n' play. When he picked up the little hellion the child stopped screaming and curled into his father's chest. Bruce then decided to do some research on baby care. He glanced at the digital alarm clock as he grabbed his tablet. Five in the morning. That means he got three hours of sleep last night. He took the child and the tablet over to one of the large plush chairs in the

master bedroom.

After an hour or so, he had read dozens of parenting articles on hundreds of subjects. Then he remembers his eight o clock board meeting. I can't miss it. I decide that the best course of action would be to change and then take the kid with him to the meeting. After he changed Damian's diaper he changed in to his expensive black suit. Then he wrapped Damian in his little red blanket and headed out to the Lamborghini with no complaints from the child Bruce had also grabbed a pacifier on his way out and slipped it in his pocket. He hoped that that would keep the child quiet. When he got in the luxury car Dami was asleep. After Bruce got it started, Damian woke up, yawned, snuggled further into his father's chest, and looked around with the eyes that he inherited from his father. When Bruce got to the end of the driveway, he looked down to see Damian doing a rather good impression of a goldfish. He chuckled and took his hand off of the steering wheel, with his foot firmly on the break, and lightly tickled

him under the chin. The infant started to squirm and giggle. Dami then grabbed

Bruce's hand and started to suck on the tip of his index finger. Bruce then takes his hand back and offers the pacifier instead. Dami takes it and then settles back into his father's muscular chest. Bruce smiles at the infant and then once again starts to drive.

When Bruce pulled in to the Wayne enterprises parking lot he grabbed the diaper bag off of the floor and let the valet park the car. Then took the infant in to the building with him. He could feel all of the eyes of the people that worked below him on his back. He could also tell that Damian was glaring at everyone in the room. He continued to the elevator, and by the time he got there, the air was practically buzzing with the unspoken rumors about the child in his arms. He pressed the button and soon the elevator was sliding open to receive him into its small confines. He stepped in and pressed the button that would take him to his office on the top floor of the building. When he stepped out of the elevator and into the hall outside of his office, where his secretary worked, her jaw nearly hit the floor. She recovered quickly.

"Anything I need to know about, Lisa?" He asked as he crossed the room towards his doors.

"No, sir. Just the board meeting that takes place in about a half hour. And, sir, Mr. Fox is in your office waiting for you. He wanted to talk to you."

Bruce put on a fake smile. "Thank you, Lisa." He inwardly scowled. He was going to have to explain this mess to one of his father's chief advisors. This was going to go well. He thought as he walked into the office.

Lucius Fox had his back to the door, looking out the oversized window when Bruce entered the office. "Hello, Bruce. I wasn't expecting you to be here for another ten minutes at least. What-" he cut himself off when he heard a tiny, high-pitched squeak. He turned around to find Bruce rubbing his neck and holding a little bundle of red blanket with a black diaper bag over his broad shoulder. Mr. Fox stared for a minute in shock, and then started to chuckle. Bruce just

stood there. When he finally recovered, he asked, "Is it a boy or girl?"

"Boy." Was the answer Bruce gave. Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"And what is his name?" He asked in a patient tone.

"His name is Damian." Bruce said walking over to stand next to him.

"Too bad about Alfred getting stuck in England. I heard on the news. How you holding up?"

"Well enough." He said putting down the diaper bag next to the desk. "You wanted to talk to me about something?" Bruce asked.

"Yes. The R and D people have the new toys that you requested. They are all ready to go."

"Thank you, Lucius." He said as he sat in the chair behind the desk.

"So what are you going to do with him on patrol?" Lucius asked, looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

"What can I do. No one at the manor." Bruce said, staring blankly out of the window.

"Well, if you feel up to it, there is paperwork on the desk for you. And don't forget the meeting in twenty five minutes." He said as he left.

He worked on the paperwork for twenty minutes before he got up to go to the meeting. He grabbed the diaper bag and glanced down at his sleeping son. Hopefully he would not wake up until the meeting was over.

When he walked into the conference room, everyone fell silent. They were staring. Hadn't they ever seen a kid before? He just ignores them and takes his normal place at the large table. The meeting continued for about four hours until a tiny yawn silenced the entire room. Anyone who wasn't already staring at the child looked to see him open his big blue eyes. Some of the women in the room cooed when the infant snuggled further into his father's broad chest and

went back to sleep. Bruce shifted a bit in his seat, but said nothing. The meeting ended an hour later. Bruce immediately stood up and left with the child and the diaper bag and got out of the building as soon as he could, just to be mobbed by the paparazzi on his way to the parking lot. He declined to comment to them and got into his car, and quickly drove away. He knew that his face would be all over the news, or at last more so than usual. He looked down at the

clock. It was 12:45. The kid was bound to be hungry by now.

He got back to the manor in record time. Then he grabs the diaper bag and heads in the house. Once in he went to the kitchen and started warming up a bottle of formula in the microwave. At this Damian woke up and started to make little noises. Then the microwave beeped and Bruce pulled out the warm bottle of formula. He then held the bottle while Damian ate. He went up to his bedroom to change. By the time he came back down, Damian was asleep in his arms, so he just sat down and waited for it to get dark.

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Finally done! This took me like, three weeks!(three weeks ago). I'll try to get the next one up sooner. I swear. Happy second winter break!(well, actually spring break, but who could tell with all of this snow. Happy snowmobileing! )

-Gemini