"He's my baby, Alfred. What would I do if I lost him?"
Bruce studied to small boy lying in the middle of the large double bed. Damian, as Robin, had been separated from Batman earlier that night. Bruce was still unsure of what had happened but when he found his son an hour later he wished to the heavens he had chosen to follow is son straight way instead of stopping Two-face first. The boy had been left to bleed to death in the ally, covered in cuts and bruises. He had ended up with four broken ribs, a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder. Bruce realised right at the moment he saw him lying on the ground just how young and fragile his child was.
"If I'd been a little slower he would have died."
"It's not your fault Master Bruce."
"I'm his partner, god damn it I'm his father. How could I let this happen?" Bruce couldn't help but beat himself up for what had happened.
"He's ten. He shouldn't be out there at all. He should be watching movies, playing with other kids, complaining about not being allowed fast food every night." He ran his hand through his hair.
"What do I do Alfred?"
"If I knew the answer do you think I would still need to patch you up each night?" Alfred's gentle smile helped calm Bruce a little, but the small figure in the centre of the bed wouldn't let the stress go completely.
Please review. Also if you have any ideas for more one-shots or another character you'd love to see with Damian please tell me (I'm currently trying to finish a few Damian/Dick and Damian/Jason/Tim stories at the moment)
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AtarinaMAK