THE WOES OF A SINGLE FATHER ; BATFAMILY && SUPERBAT

Chapter 03

The love of a family
is the world's greatest blessing.

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Jason was angry; the emotion was well-written on his face. The boy glared down at the homework before him as he gave out a grumble. He was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any time.

The reason for his anger? Well, his video game was being taken away by his father as a punishment for skipping classes. And for the past twenty minutes, he had been stuck in the same room with Dick.

Alfred had said that Bruce wanted to tell them about something important. But that was twenty minutes ago.

Needless to say, their father hadn't shown up yet.

"Where the hell is he? He could have let us know he is going to be late if he decided not to obey his rule of complying with time management." Jason complained in annoyance, banging his balled-up fist on the table.

"Hey, calm down, Jason. And watch your language." Dick tried to calm his short-tempered brother up as he spun the mechanical pencil in his hand. "Anyways, I bet Bruce is doing something important now which is why he's late."

"Yea, since when the hell isn't the old man busy?" The younger of the two grumbled as he glared down at the homework before him. "He is always soooo busy. He couldn't even make sure he arrives on time when he is the one who wanted to talk to us about something 'important.'"

Before he finished his words, the door opened, and Bruce walked in. "Sorry, I'm late." the man said as he pulled out a chair for himself with a tired sigh. "I was discussing with Alfred about remodeling my room."

The duo stared at the adult as if he had gone insane.

Dick glanced over at Jason. He was pretty sure that whatever Bruce had said snapped the last calmness within Jason, and boy was he right.

Immediately, Jason slammed his mechanical pencil down on the desk. "You kept us waiting for twenty minutes to discuss how you should remodel your room? I could have spent the time doing something much more valuable if it wasn't for you saying it was 'important'!"

At the same time, Bruce placed a finger to his mouth - gesturing at his second son to lower his voice. "Please, Jason. Keep your voice down, or you'll-"

"Or I'll what?"

Seconds later, before Bruce could open his mouth to explain; he heard the sound he had been dreading - the faint sound of a wailing infant.

Getting up, the adult rushed out of the study room and ran towards the direction of his room - which was only a few doors away.

The two eldest sons exchanged glances with one another. In a quick second, they came to a unanimous decision to follow after their father to find the origin of the crying.

When Bruce arrived in his room, he saw Alfred cradling Damian in his arms. The old butler rocked the baby back and forth and was trying his best to get the young boy to stop his crying. So far, it wasn't working.

Tim, who was helping Alfred hold Damian's bottle of milk, had a look of relief flash across his face upon seeing his father enter the room. Alfred immediately guided the boy to the arms of Bruce upon noticing his master's arrival.

As Bruce took the crying infant into his arms, Dick and Jason stared at him in shock. Bruce ignored the surprising reaction he was receiving from his sons. He has his attention focused solely on his youngest son. Holding the baby against his chest, he rubbed Damian's back, murmuring quiet promises of being there for him.