lmygir:boontrotter:somebody got deaged.Notes: I got ideas from this and wrote them out if you
lmygir: boontrotter: somebody got deaged. Notes: I got ideas from this and wrote them out if you don’t mind, if you do I’ll take them down! BEWARE, unedited fluff. Words: 600 ——- Dick raised his eyebrows and tried not to react because Bruce looked terrified. “Dick I-… I have no idea how this happened, one minute we were working on the case and then, well,” Bruce awkwardly lifted the tiny boy in a gesture, “He was de-aged .” Damian’s face scrunched up into a pout when Bruce lifted him, grumbling at the odd hold. The familiar face on a tinier frame making Dick burst into a fit of giggles, laughter filling the cave, and getting the others attention. Tim and Alfred both walked over, freezing as soon as they saw they baby. Tim mirrored Bruce’s facial expressions of terror/confusion, and Alfred covered his small smile, little chuckles slipping out. Bruce shifted from one foot to the other, “Alfred, Dick, Tim, do any of you know how to take care of one of these… things?” Dick stopped laughing abruptly and scowled, “Bruce, did you just call Damian a thing?” Alfred sighed and reached for Damian, “Master Bruce, you really should know how to-” Dick grabbed Alfred’s hands gently, “It’s alright Alfie, I got this, seeing as Bruce can disarm a bomb but not change a diaper. Take a break for once, I love kids and Damian is… easier for me to deal with.” He looked skeptical of Dick’s bright grin and grabby hands reaching for the chubby child. “… Oh fine-” Dick cheered and whooped, reaching over and hugging the elder man, “Thank you so much, I’m going to go bond with Dami now!” Tim snorted when Damian’s eyes got wide, looking Dick up and down before turning back to Bruce, they both looked equally terrified now. - Dick couldn’t stop smiling, every time he looked at the puffy cheeks joy filled him. Baby Damian was just so adorable, and he couldn’t resist cuddling (he did try to protest though)! Damian had fallen asleep on Dick’s arm, one hand grabbing his shirt tightly in his sleep. He had always wondered what Damian was like as a baby, before he came to the manor. Dick didn’t believe that Damian had started killing before he could talk, and he had always wanted to know what he was like before his first kill. Before he was trained to murder. Before he was corrupted. Running a hand through Damian’s hair, Dick yawned and closed his eyes for a nap. - Tim glared at the neutral face, “I know you’re still in there Damian, I know you still hate me, and I know you’re still evil-” Baby food smacked on his face. Tim made an enraged noise and wiped the gunk off of his face, greeted by a smug and smirking toddler. “I knew it!” - Alfred sighed and unfolded a blanket, mentally noting the rarity of Bruce falling asleep while working. He used to fall asleep working all of the time but after Jason’s death, Bruce never slept on the job or in the cave. He quietly stepped up to place the blanket over Bruce, only slight movement stopped him. Two tiny blue eyes opened and stared up at him. “Why hello Master Damian,” Alfred smiled, “Did your father fall asleep holding you?” He didn’t expect a response but Damian slightly nodded. “I assume you wish to stay there then?” Another small nod, “Alright, scoot up and I’ll just lie this quilt on the two of you and be on my way, wouldn’t want my grandson getting cold now would I?” Bruce waited until Alfred had left the room before shifting slightly and smiling, “We should help Alfred more when your age is reverted back to normal.” melts into a mushy puddle of goo (ﾉ>◇<)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ -- source link
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