Would've updated sooner, but I've been flying and airports are a hassle. But now that that's over, without further ado, enjoy! :D
"What in the world is that?!" Jason took a step back just in case.
"It's a baby, duh." Tim peered at it. "Kinda cute..." Until it woke up and sneezed in Tim's face.
"Agguh! It got me!" Tim backed away screeching. Jason snickered.
"But...but...who's is it?" Nightwing finally asked.
"One way to find out." Jason perked up. "Blood test!"
"We could, but who would we test it against?" Nightwing cradled the baby carefully.
"Duh guys. Bruce." Tim tossed a napkin he used to wipe off Damian's sneeze.
Nightwing raised an eyebrow. "Somehow, I doubt it."
"What other possible explanation is there? What do you think it's Alfred's?" Jason rolled his eyes.
"Of course not." Nightwing snapped. "We'll just have to run a blood test."
"Finally." Jason laid back into Bruce's chair. "Geez, I haven't been to the cave in forever."
"It's not like your not invited." Tim helped Nightwing set up the blood test.
"Of course I'm welcome, it's just only when Bruce isn't around." Jason shrugged.
"It's not like he's going to drag you off to Arkham." Nightwing told him flatly.
"Yeah, I'm sure we'll be the best of friends if I ever run into him again." Jason said sarcastically. "I'm only wanted for murder, kidnapping, breaking and entering, stealing, blowing up buildings-"
"Yeah but you only did those things to get the Joker out of Arkham." Nightwing interjected.
"And yet, your whole plan to get Batman to kill the Joker failed." Tim put in.
Jason grumbled. "Just run the stupid test already."
"Almost done." Nightwing turned back to the computer and pushed Jason to the side.
"Blood test complete." The computer announced. They leaned in, in anticipation. "Blood relation confirmed."
"Told you so." Jason scoffed.
"But...but...who's the mother?"
It turned out to be Jason who excepted the call, not knowing who would be on the other end.
"Red hood to WatchTower Over."
Batman raised an eyebrow. "Jason?"
Jason's eyebrows sprung up so high they almost fell off. "Jason! Give me that!" Nightwing slapped him on the back off the head and shoved him out off the way. "Here. Hold the baby."
"No! Don't give Jason the baby! That's almost like saying, let's give Jason the baby! oh wait..." Tim insisted as he snatched the baby from Jason.
"Hey! I can handle Batman's offspring just fine thank you very much!" Jason attempted to snatch it back.
"Nightwing! Help! Jason stop!"
"Heyy!"
"JASON!"
"WILL YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF AND GIVE ME THE BABY ALREADY?!"
"Thank you." Tim handed Nightwing the baby. "What's his name anyway?"
"Nightwing."
"I don't know actually. We've been calling him baby the whole time."
"Nightwing."
"He'll probably be the next Robin or something. Let's call him Baby Robin."
"Nightwing."
"Sounds good to me. Hey you think-"
"NIGHTWING!" Batman finally yelled.
"Um, yeah?"
"What's Jason doing there."
"Tagging along." Jason and Nightwing said in unison.
"Uh." Batman sighed. "Just, take care of Damian and whatever you do don't let Jason have the baby, don't let either out of your sight, and make sure Tim doesn't run off."
"Okay okay geez Bats. What do you not trust us or something?" Nightwing crossed his arms.
"I trust you the most, I'll say that much." Batman rolled his eyes when Nightwing's eyes lit up at this.
"So...you have a son?" Tim asked quietly.
"Not by choice. I didn't even know about him until today. Talia-"
"TALIA AL GUL IS THE MOTHER?!"
Day two of babysitting Baby Robin, aka Damian.
"I still like baby Robin better." Tim sniffled.
"Yeah, doesn't Damian mean devil or something?" Jason flipped through the channels on the TV.
"Jason! It does not! And besides, Baby Robin is the cutest angel ever!" Nightwing cooed at the baby who giggled in response.
"Yeah, the cutest angel ever that gave me the cold!" Tim complained from the couch where he was covered in blankets sitting next to Jason.
Nightwing shrugged. "He's just a baby. He didn't know any better."
"Just a baby huh? Do you realize that because Talia is the mother, he's like, part of the league? That means we have an assassin in our family?" Jason grumbled.
"Like your any better." Tim blew his nose.
"Dude, don't you dare give me the cold, or I will end you." Jason pushed him aside.
"See what I mean?" Tim smirked as Jason gave him a glare.
"Guys, calm down. Little D is trying to sleep, the little angel." Nightwing tucked him in the crib that they had borrowed from Barbara. (It used to be hers.)
Tim and Jason rolled their eyes. "He's not an angel."
"Tim you want some more soup?" Nightwing patted him on the back and ignored Jason.
"Stop babying me Wing. I'm not 5 years old." Tim pulled away.
"Yes, but being sick makes you a temporary 5 year old." Nightwing high-fived Jason.
Tim hit Jason over with a pillow. "So how about that soup?"
"Ugg fine!" Tim threw up his hands.
"You should add those purple carrots I saw In the fridge to it, I heard it was good." Jason put In.
"Really? I'll have to try it then" Nightwing smiled not noticing Jason covering up Tim's mouth with a pillow.
"What was that for?!" Tim took a gulp of air when Jason let go after Nightwing left. "And what are purple carrots?"
"There are no purple carrots dude. I just gave us about half an hour, Motherly Nightwing free."
"Motherly Nightwing?" Tim raised an eyebrow.
"Don't tell me you don't think it's true."
"He is very motherly, isn't he?"
"ExSpecially since he decides we need to be hugged all the time." Jason shuddered.
"He's just being Nightwing I guess." Tim yawned. Jason finally gave up with the TV and tossed the remote casually, not caring where it ended up.
The sound of glass shattering brought Nightwing back into the living room.
"JASON WHAT DID YOU BREAK?!"
"Why do just assume it was me?" Jason groaned sighting the shattered Vase.
"Jason! This is Bruce's China one of a kind-"
"Yeah yeah, and he's got 20 more in the closet. So what?" Jason rolled his eyes.
"If you think I'm cleaning and explaining this to Bruce-"
"I'll take care of Demon baby here for half an hour if you do." Jason batted his eyes. (Which looked kinda creepy.)
"Promise?" Nightwing seriously looked like he could use a break, who knows when was the last time he slept.
"Cross my heart." Jason said sarcastically. Nightwing seemed to of forgotten that Bruce told him not to give Jason the baby.
"And Timmy?" Nightwing gestured to the sick Red Robin.
"Ugg fine!" Tim gave Jason a triumph look, and he just glared in return.
"Great! Oh and btw, I couldn't find the purple carrots, I'll keep an eye out though!" Nightwing grinned and went back to the kitchen to get a broom for the broken glass.
"Great, now I'm stuck with you two." Jason muttered.
"It's not that bad. And Nightwing really needed a break, before you arrived in Bludhaven, Nightwing just had an encounter with Deathstroke. And you know how worked up he gets about him." Tim sniffed.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah. Evil dude, blah blah."
"Don't worry about me, I'm not as sick as Nightwing makes it sound." Tim pulled his blanket up on him.
"Oh I wasn't." Jason smirked. "I suppose I'll have to watch that baby of Bruce's though..."
Tim peeked at the crib. "Um...Jason.."
"I'm not fetching you tissues."
"No Jason. Where's the baby?"
"In the crib dummy."
"No he's not."
"What? Of course he is. That cold is just getting to you. He's right-"
"Oh no."
hehe, I'm so evil. Or is it just Damian? :)