Baby Damian one-shots

Wonder Woman's discovery

"Bruce Wayne," Diana said, standing tall in the middle of the Batcave. Her voice carried a tone that warned she wouldn't leave without answers.

Bruce sighed as he turned from the Batcomputer, already knowing what this was about. Clark stood sheepishly behind her, avoiding Bruce's glare.

"Clark couldn't keep his mouth shut, could he?" Bruce muttered.

Diana crossed her arms. "He told me because you didn't. You've been keeping secrets—again. And this one? This is monumental."

"It's none of your concern," Bruce replied curtly, rising to his full height, though Diana stood taller and looked far less impressed by his usual brooding demeanor.

"It is when it affects the team," Diana said firmly. "A son, Bruce? You never thought to mention that you're raising a child?"

Bruce glanced toward the staircase leading to the manor above. He didn't want Damian wandering in on this. "Damian is my responsibility. Not the League's. And not yours."

"Then why the secrecy?" Diana challenged. "If this child—"

"His name is Damian," Bruce interrupted, his tone sharp.

Diana softened slightly. "If Damian is your son, why hide him? Why not let us help?"

"Because I don't want him involved in this world," Bruce said, his voice low but firm. "Not yet. He's only three. He deserves a childhood, not the scrutiny that comes with being associated with us."

Diana tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. "I understand your desire to protect him, but does he know who you are?"

Bruce hesitated. "He knows."

"And what does he think of you?" Diana asked, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Bruce's jaw tightened. "He thinks I'm 'Papa.' That's all he needs to think."

Diana's smile grew. "Papa? I never thought I'd hear that from you."

"Don't," Bruce warned, though there was no real malice in his voice.

Before Diana could respond, a small voice interrupted them.

"Who's this?"

Both heroes turned to see Damian at the base of the staircase, clutching Batty in one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. He looked at Diana with open curiosity.

"Damian," Bruce said, moving to intercept him, "you should be in bed."

Damian ignored him, his sharp green eyes locked on Diana. "She's not as loud as the other one."

Diana raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "The other one?"

"Clark," Bruce clarified, shooting a glare at Diana that practically screamed don't encourage him.

Damian took a few cautious steps closer. "Are you another one of Papa's friends?"

"Yes," Diana said gently, crouching down to his level. "I'm Diana. What's your name?"

Damian stood straighter, his voice steady. "Damian Wayne. And this is Batty." He held up his stuffed doll as though it were a badge of honor.

Diana smiled warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Damian. I've heard you're very smart."

Damian studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Papa says I am. But he doesn't like when I tell people what I know."

Bruce sighed heavily. "Damian, bed. Now."

Damian frowned, clearly reluctant to leave. "Will she still be here tomorrow?"

"That depends," Diana said, glancing up at Bruce with a smirk. "If your Papa invites me back."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose as Damian's lips curled into a satisfied grin. "Then you should come back," he said simply before turning and trudging up the stairs.

When he was gone, Diana stood, her expression unreadable.

"You have a remarkable son, Bruce," she said softly.

"I know," Bruce replied, watching the staircase for a moment longer.

Diana placed a hand on his shoulder. "But you don't have to do this alone. Let us help—when you're ready."

Bruce didn't respond immediately, but his silence was telling.

As Diana turned to leave, she looked back with a small smile. "And for what it's worth... I think Batty suits him."

Bruce groaned. "Not you too."