Baby Damian one-shots

The League Meets Damian

Bruce had hoped to delay it longer, but Diana wasn't the kind to keep secrets, especially when it came to the Justice League. Within a week, the League had gathered in the Watchtower for a meeting, and the air was thick with curiosity.

"So, Bats," Hal Jordan started, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "Diana says you've got a kid? Thought you'd sworn off the whole 'family' thing."

Bruce shot Hal a withering glare but said nothing.

Clark cleared his throat. "It's not really our place to pry—"

"Of course it is!" Barry interrupted, practically vibrating in his seat. "This is huge! Batman, a dad? I've got so many questions. What's his name? How old is he? Does he have little Bat pajamas?"

"Barry," Bruce growled, his tone enough to silence the speedster—for a moment.

Arthur leaned forward, arms crossed over his chest. "If the kid exists, it's his business. Let's not turn this into an interrogation."

"Thank you," Bruce muttered, his patience wearing thin.

But then, a small voice piped up from behind the door. "Papa?"

Every head in the room turned as Damian stepped into view, holding Batty in one hand and a small notebook in the other. He looked around at the assembled heroes, his sharp green eyes narrowing as if assessing a threat.

Bruce closed his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose. Alfred, he thought with mild irritation, must have let him follow me.

"Damian," Bruce said, standing and moving toward him, "you're supposed to be with Alfred."

"I was," Damian said matter-of-factly, as if that explained everything. "But he said you were here." He looked past Bruce, pointing at the group. "Who are they?"

Barry was the first to break the stunned silence. "Is that—? Wait, is this your kid?"

"Yes," Bruce said shortly, placing a protective hand on Damian's shoulder. "This is Damian. My son."

"Whoa," Hal said, blinking. "Mini-Bat."

Damian frowned at the nickname but didn't comment. Instead, he looked at Clark. "You're Superman."

Clark smiled gently. "That's right. And you must be Damian."

"I knew it," Damian said with a smug tilt of his chin. "Your disguise is terrible."

Hal burst out laughing. "Kid's not wrong!"

"Hal," Diana warned, though her lips twitched in amusement.

Damian turned to Diana, his expression slightly softer. "You came back."

"I did," Diana said warmly.

The other League members exchanged looks, clearly surprised at the interaction.

"Wait, wait, wait," Barry said, holding up a hand. "You're telling me Batman has a son, and he's... adorable?"

"I'm not adorable," Damian snapped, crossing his arms. "I'm intimidating."

Arthur chuckled. "Sure you are, kid."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is why I didn't tell any of you."

Clark crouched slightly to meet Damian's eyes. "It's nice to meet you, Damian. Your father speaks very highly of you."

Damian glanced at Bruce, then back at Clark. "Does he? He doesn't say much at home."

Barry grinned. "Oh, I like him. He's got your attitude, Bats."

"Enough," Bruce said, his tone final. "The League doesn't need to know anything more about him. He's here because Alfred clearly didn't stop him."

"Papa doesn't like when people talk about him," Damian said, looking directly at Hal, who was snickering. "You should stop."

Hal raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Got it, Mini-Bat."

Damian scowled, but before he could retort, Bruce nudged him toward the door.

"Damian, go back to Alfred," Bruce said firmly.

Damian hesitated, clutching Batty tighter. "I don't want to."

"Damian," Bruce said, his voice softer but still firm.

With a reluctant sigh, Damian nodded. But before he left, he turned back to the League. "Don't bother Papa too much. He gets grumpy."

As the door closed behind him, the room fell silent for a moment before Barry started laughing again.

"Bruce, he's perfect."

"Don't," Bruce said, sitting back down with a scowl.

But even he couldn't entirely hide the flicker of pride in his eyes.