And The Baby
Pairings: Damian Wayne x baby!sister!reader
Requested by @thesunwof: Helluuuuuu! Just found your blog and WOOOOOOOW I AM LOOOOOOVING IT! So I have a wittle small request if you have the time ^^ I was wondering if you could write a batsis fic! Damian Wayne is alone at the manor cause he did something so Bruce grounded him and went on patrol with the others, when Damian is heading for his room(problably came from the library) a small cry is heard from the room across of Damian’s. His BABY sisters room so he has to play baby-sitter for her :3 LOTS OF HUGS FROM ME❤️
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He was just having a bit of fun.
His father was scheduled to come back from Japan the next day, but the night was all his, and Grayson wouldn’t tell. Probably.
Well, father flew back early, caught Damian driving a Lamborghini , nearly blew his cowl off in anger....long story short, he was grounded.
Damian sat in a corner of the library- Todd’s corner, actually; he’d rather not admit it, but Todd had a sweet setup for reading- a comfortable bean chair with stacks of books around three of its sides to help it keep its shape, a small stand with a cup holder for cocoa, all of it a perfect distance from the old fireplace, which he still lit on cold nights, despite its redundancy.
He felt sick from sitting in one position, reading books he had no interest in, a cloud of lethargy hanging thick over him. With a groan, he lifted himself up and stretched. He was tempted, for a few moments, to defy his father and go out, anyway, but he decided against it- he’d probably be shipped back to his mother, if he did.
Walking out, he felt a little of nausea clearing away. He went up the stairs to go to his room, feeling better with every step he took. He was walking past all the other bedroom doors, when-
He paused outside the nursery.
Grayson was supposed to be on baby duty tonight. Damian peered into the room through the open door- Grayson was slumped in an armchair, fast asleep. Of course, the past week had been hectic.
There were soft, whimpering noises coming from the crib. Damian seldom went to see his sister- in fact, he had only seen her twice or thrice, and had preferred to keep his distance.
He didn’t like the way his father behaved around the creature. Gentler, often with the slightest hint of a smile on his face. Bruce seemed to exude care and protectiveness when he held it- vastly different from the way he behaved around his youngest son. Strong, stern, intimidating.
He was Batman to Damian, and Bruce Wayne to his daughter.
A small cry interrupted Damian’s thoughts. With a sigh, he walked over to the crib and looked at the thing.
It’s big, (e/c) eyes looked back at him. The fat baby face was framed with soft, almost feathery looking (h/c) hair. It- she- smiled an almost toothless smile at him.
“Aa”, she said, holding out her hands. Without quite thinking about what he was doing, Damian lifted her out of the crib. Holding her close, he was aware of a pleasant, fruity scent coming from her hair.
He lowered her back inside the crib, but she balled her fists into his shirt and let out a small cry.
"What?" He asked. "Don't you want to get back to sleep? Right, you can't answer. You know, you should've started speaking by now. Perhaps you're slow," he ended with a smirk.
"Oh, no," Damian's eyes widened. "You're not sick, are you?"
He studied her little face.
"You're okay," he said, more to himself than to the baby. He glanced back at his sleeping brother.
"I'd better stay here," he murmured. "Just to keep an eye on you," he told her.
He found a chair and set down, still holding (y/n) in his arms. He sat her down on his lap.
“I should be out with father, you know,” he said. “But he’s angry with me. Its always, Damian, don’t drive my car, Damian, it’s not right to decapitate people, Damian, stop hacking into the Watchtower, Damian, you’re too young to drink scotch. Damian don’t do this, Damian, you can’t that, blah blah blah,” he said.
“And you wouldn’t know what it’s like” he said. “You’re his favorite child."
"Deh," she said. "Deh-me."
Damian stiffened. He squinted at his sister, who looked back up at him with earnest eyes.
"A-are you trying to say 'Damian'?" he asked, his voice very low and soft.
Damian's eyes went very wide.
"Come on, (y/n), say it! Say 'Damian'. Dae-mi-en!"
He laughed in excitement.
"Deh-min!" (Y/n) said, giggling. "Deh-min!"
"You're talking! Oh my god, you can actually talk!" Damian swooped her up, holding her at face level.
"DEH-MIN!" (Y/n) said, sensing his excitement.
"Dick! Dick!" Damian rushed over to where his older brother was asleep.
"I GOT THE BABY-" Dick started awake and shot to his feet, staggering a little.
"Dick, the baby can talk!" Damian was practically jumping with excitement. (Y/n)'s head was bobbing.
Dick fell back into the chair.
"The baby can what?" He asked, yawning.
"Deh-miiiin~" the baby said, cooperative.
The moment was beautiful, but soon afterwards, Dick would probably regret falling asleep and therefore making Damian feel the necessity of taking care of the baby. The boy never stopped reminding everyone that he was his sister's first word, and how the baby probably liked him better than them all- all animosity against the baby, gone.
"FATHER (Y/N) CAN TAAAAAAAAAAALK!!!!"
Bruce hadn't ever come home to a more excited Damian.
