Baby Damian one-shots

Gala Grand Reveal

It was the night of the grand gala, a celebration held at Wayne Enterprises that brought together the brightest minds, the wealthiest benefactors, and the most influential people in Gotham. The grand hall glittered with opulence—silver chandeliers, intricate glass windows, and a sea of designer gowns and sharp tuxedos. Cameras flashed as reporters clamored for attention, eager to catch a glimpse of the city's elite. But tonight, there was an undercurrent of anticipation beyond the usual glitz and glamour.

Bruce Wayne had always been an enigma, a figure shrouded in mystery. But tonight, he had promised something extraordinary—something that would change everything.

At the entrance of the ballroom, Bruce stood by his side, looking every bit the powerful businessman that he was. But beside him, an unexpected sight caught the eyes of the guests: a small, three-year-old boy, clutching a Batman-themed stuffed doll in one hand, dressed in a miniature tuxedo with a bowtie. His green eyes were wide, his features set with a mixture of curiosity and discomfort as the flashing cameras captured the moment.

"Damian," Bruce said gently, placing a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder. "It's alright. You're safe here."

Damian's gaze flicked to the crowd, his tiny hand gripping tighter onto his stuffed Batty. He didn't like crowds. He didn't like the way people stared. But with Bruce beside him, it felt a little more bearable. For the first time in his life, Damian Wayne was about to step into the public eye.

"Is he your son?" A voice called out from the sea of reporters. The question hung in the air, louder than the others, as cameras swiveled toward the pair.

Bruce met their gazes, his usual calm demeanor not faltering as he nodded, but this time with a quiet certainty. "Yes, this is Damian. My son."

The words echoed in the ballroom. The crowd fell silent for a beat before the murmurs began, like a wave crashing in. Shock. Curiosity. Questions, all tumbling over one another.

"Your son?" another reporter called out, skepticism lacing their tone. "But we didn't know about him—"

Damian's posture stiffened as the questions bombarded them, his small hand tugging at Bruce's sleeve, seeking reassurance. "Papa?" he whispered, his voice barely audible above the noise.

Bruce leaned down, brushing a stray lock of Damian's hair behind his ear. "They're just surprised. You're safe."

Though Damian still looked uncertain, the grip on Batty loosened, and he stood a little taller, bolstered by Bruce's presence. He might have been small, but with his father there, he could face this.

The reporters, sensing the significance of the moment, switched their focus. Questions turned to softer inquiries—about Bruce's life as a father, the boy's mother, and how they had kept their family life so private. Bruce answered each with quiet patience, guiding Damian through the maze of flashing cameras and probing questions.

"Is it true that you've raised him alone, Mr. Wayne?" a reporter pressed. "What about his mother?"

Bruce's expression darkened for a moment, but he kept his composure. "I've been raising him with the help of my family, including Alfred. Damian's mother is... not a part of our lives right now."

The conversation shifted as the room buzzed with excitement, but Damian remained by Bruce's side, his little hand now firmly clasped in his father's.

Damian had always known the world was full of danger—he'd been trained to face it since before he could walk. But this felt different. It wasn't just danger; it was exposure. Vulnerability. And despite the press and the cameras, he realized something: there was no one else he trusted more than Bruce.

Bruce could feel his son's tension, so he lowered his voice, speaking only for Damian's ears. "You did great, kid. We'll get through this together."

Damian nodded, the weight of the world in his tiny, green eyes, but for the first time in his life, he wasn't carrying it alone.

As the evening continued, the public learned what Bruce had long known—there was more to his life than the Wayne legacy. There was Damian Wayne, and together, father and son were a force no one could ignore. And in that moment, standing beside his father, Damian felt like he could take on whatever came next.