Title: Baby Moments II

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: T

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth.

WARNINGS: Jason's mouth.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

"Please, make him stop"

"I'm trying!"

"Oh yeah, you're doing such a great fucking job, Dickhead!"

"Jason, watch your language! We have a toddler here!"

"He can't even hear me over his fucking crying and goddamn screams!"

"Jason!"

"Dick, use your puppy eyes or something on him"

"He's three, Replacement. I don't think he gives a damn over Dick's puppy eyes"

"Last time, Jay! Language!"

"You're not fucking Captain America, Dick!"

"That's it, I'm out"

"You're not going anywhere, Timbo. If I suffer, you suffer"

"Guys, stop arguing and help me calm Damian down"

"Give him a knife. That usually shuts him right up"

"Oh my god, Jason!"

"It's not like we were all thinking it!"

Both Alfred and Bruce stood there in the entrance of the kitchen, watching the scene unfold in front of them. Dick was taking laps all over the kitchen, probably on his way to make a hole, with a crying and screaming toddler Damian on his arms, trying uselessly to calm him down by bouncing him repeatedly and humming every song in existence. Jason sat on the dining table, rubbing his temples regularly and eyeing the knife on the other end of the table next to the butter. Tim was by the counter, head pressed firmly against the smooth marble and almost mimicking Damian's whines.

Bruce rolled his eyes, it was still too early for this and he hasn't had coffee yet. His kids didn't play fair. The billionaire walked towards his screaming children but no before Alfred had taken out the hidden camera and snapped a few photos and with a quick move he stole Damian from Dick and started to rub small short circles in his back, while making comforting noises against the toddler's ear.

"Alfred, can you – "

The loyal butler was already pouring some milk in a bowl, placing it above a simmering casserole. Bruce smile at him gratefully, not stopping his soothing on his youngest. The trio of ex robins stood there dumbfounded, mouths open and eyes wide, not quite believing their eyes. Bruce suppressed a snort; it was not every day he got to see his children speechless.

A few moments later, Alfred came up behind him and handled him a sippy cup with warm milk inside. Bruce nodded, murmuring a soft 'Thank you' and started feeding the toddler. Damian started to suck on the sippy cup hungrily.

Pleased with his son eating something to calm his hunger, Bruce turned to the rest of his children "So, how is it going?" he asks smugly, the trio sent him a dirty glare.

"How are you so good with children? You never had us when we were at that age, you are supposed to be awful" claims Jason, still amazed. Bruce tried to not take offence at the comment.

"You would be surprise; the four of you can be little children when you want"

"Hey!" was the reproach from three different offended voices, the Dark Night chuckles softly, shaking his head.

After Alfred finally finished preparing breakfast for all of them, and each of them ate from their plates and avoided a food fight that Damian almost started when he took a fist of the scrambled eggs from his father's plate and throw it to Jason with great accuracy (Tim had to strain Jason by the arm to stop him from attacking back), they decided to move to the living room, putting a movie in the Tv for Damian to be entertained while they talked.

"So, what's the plan?" inquired Tim from his spot on the carpet. Bruce, now with a happy toddler in his lap, glanced at his second youngest.

"The antidote should be done by tomorrow night" he informs calmly and raised an eye brow confused when Tim shook his head.

"No, I didn't meant the antidote"

Dick spoke up from Bruce's right side "We want to capture every single moment of Damian's baby days, no matter how short they are"

Jason nodded from the recliner chair "Yeah, Boss. Like, going to the park and throw him to the lake and see how he learns to swim" Both of his brothers sent him horrified looks, while Bruce and Alfred sent him an exasperated look.

"You have a problem with Nirvana" declared Tim, eyeing him oddly. Jason shrugged with a smirk.

"What we mean is going somewhere like a family. The park is a good idea" Dick starts and continues as he saw Jason open his mouth "Minus the throwing in the lake thing" Jason closed his mouth and pouted.

A squeal got their attention and all eyes went to Damian, who was clapping his hand happily at the mention of the park and made raspberry noises with his mouth. The grown-ups smiled tenderly at the sight and there was a camera snap sound.

"I guess Damian just decided for us" chuckles Bruce, ruffling his son's black hair. Tim rolled his eyes with a playful smile.

"Some things never change, huh"

The family laughs "We should go get ready, then" suggested Bruce as he stood up from the couch and passed Damian to Alfred, who took him gladly.

"I will give Master Damian a well-deserved bath"

Bruce nodded "Thank you, Alfred"

Dick raised an eyebrow "But he doesn't have clothes or – "

"Pull ups" Jason laughs. Dick rolled his eyes at his brother's tactics but nodded nonetheless.

"Not to worry, young Masters. We still have Master Bruce clothes from when he was the same age" he explains with difficulty, seeing as Damian started to pull the butler's mustache playfully.

"And we have some spare pull-ups in the Batcave" added Bruce, nodding. The three siblings turned to look at him oddly.

"I don't even want to ask" decided Jason, throwing his hands up. Tim nodded, agreeing with him. Bruce just rolled his eyes at them, unamused by his children.

"Just go get ready" he commands, sending each one of them to their room "I will get the pull ups Alfred" the butler just nods at him before climbing up the stairs, heading towards the bathroom.

Bruce started to walk towards the Batcave entrance "It's not weird" he reassures himself "I like being prepare" he murmurs grumpy.

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