"Who runs away in a t-shirt and..." Jason began, as Tim found Dick and joined in the search on the Wayne Manor grounds.
"He's upset." Dick tried to explain.
"What's he even planning to do?" Tim asked. "Become a pantsless villian?"
Jason laughed.
Dick was tired and wanted actual help. "Well, the pantsless villian has trauma and four Benadryl in his system."
"Godddamnit." Jason sighed. "Found him."
Damian was being carried back by a hooded figure. Batman. Well, looks like somehow their father knew before they did. Classic, Batman. How did he?
"You didn't turn your comm links off... again." Bruce said. "Go back to the house."
Dick, Jason, nor Tim argued with that they were tired.
Damian, still exhausted, and now wet, was trying to get away but almost in slow motion. Bruce followed behind his sons. Nothing was said other than a threat that he would cut a switch and use it on Damian if he tried to bite through a Kevlar suit one. more. time.
When Bruce got up to Damian and Tim's bathroom, Tim was taking a shower, so Bruce waited, cowl pulled back, with Damian. He handed the kid the same pull-up that Dick had tried to pass on and waited.
"Shower and then bed." Bruce said, leaning back in the wingback chair, facing Damian's bed by the fireplace. Damian was uncooperative for the whole ten minutes where Tim was in the bathroom. Finally, Bruce turned on the shower, shoved Damian in it and turned around to give him some privacy.
"IT'S FUCKING COLD!!!" Damian screamed. If any boy was asleep, they were awake now.
Bruce cut the water and toweled off his son, who, until a few months ago, had servants to do everything for him. Like, the kid didn't even brush his own teeth back in the League. Talia spoiled him. Talia taught him nothing but how to kill and gave the kid harsh punishments for not being perfect. Bruce just gave punishments for a lack of respect.
Damian stood in front of the mirror in a fresh shirt and pull-ups, as Bruce brushed his son's hair. Damian fell asleep on his feet, and Bruce nudged him.
"Wake up."
"Don't tell me what to do." Damian grumped, before remembering who he was talking to. Bruce had enough. "Hey!" Damian objected, when Bruce gave a hard swat to Damian's bottom before pulling up the diaper.
"Bed. Now." Bruce said.
And with that, Batman didn't sleep another night because it was now five, and he had to go back to Wayne Enterprises. Being a billionaire was draining, sometimes.
He kissed Damian's forehead and closed the curtains and LOCKED the windows before setting an alarm.
"Goodnight, Damian."
"See you later." Damian muttered, falling back to sleep until eight.
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Raising Robins
FanfictionBruce Wayne didn't know what he was signing up for as a father. The search for discipline was a tough one. Contains parental spanking and stuff. Don't read if you don't like that but this was a request on another fanfiction site and I moved to Watt...
