Demons (Damirae)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Those in company observed ad the man, whom was now known to all as Emrys, disappeared from view, with the promise of return weighing on the atmosphere.

You never know who's watching.

That's why I reached out the way I did.

Emrys had said, the faint smile on his lips imprinted in to Damian's memory.

I'll be in contact.

With that, he bid farewell, giving leave for Raven to see him out accordingly.

"He will.", Damian assured.

Batman quirked a brow, "He will what?"

The three part-demons shared a knowing look, before Adyn answered, playing with a ringlet.

"Be in touch."

***

"Right,", Bruce cleared his throat, tugging on the sleeves of his pristinely pressed dress short and blazer (some designer brand Pennyworth believed to be acceptable for the Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy and owner of ...pretty much Gotham), "I need to make an announcement."

A few sniggers -courtesy of Damian, Steph and Dick- broke out.

"No way!", Stephanie gasped? "We all just felt the need to congregate and discuss crochet."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock.", Dick snorted, forgetting his situation momentarily.

In an attempt to solve the 'problem' he'd made, Dick gallivanted to his fiancé, crocking down to press his head against her stomach.

"Tt. Do not hold me accountable if I regurgitate all over the carpet."

"I sincerely hope not master Damian, else I'll have to remove you from this house. Immediately."

Whilst Raven snickered at Damian's getting told, Dick continued to coo to his and Kori's unborn child about 'dada was just joking, munchkin, swearing is naughty, naughty. But you won't swear, will you munchkin? No you won't! No you won't my little-'

"Dick.", Jaime winced. "STOP."

How early can I entire retirement and live in a care home? Bruce pondered, dreaming of days away from...this...

Nonetheless, he was broken out of his wishful thinking by the only young voice he was keen to hear at the present moment. Bella's.

"Umm... what were you gonna say, da- I mean...uh...", she fumbled, fiddling with the hem of her knitted dress- Kori had seen fit to force Bruce out of the house with the little girl to buy clothes, of course, she didn't really force him, just strongly insist with the powers of a hormonal Tamarinian princess.

Figures.

In possibly the most adorable situation Dick had ever witnessed, Bruce, pushing aside all the Manor's occupants gathered in the living room, knelt in front of the child, both hands steadily at her shoulders. Eyes bluer than the sky twinkling, Bruce gave her a calming, winning smile.

"That's okay, you can call me what ever you feel comfortable with."

"Is 'daddy' okay?", the five year old asked, quiet as a mouse (which is a strange phrase, seeing as squeaking mice are actually quite loud, but meh.)

Richard Grayson was too gooey inside for words to even describe.

"Sure sweetheart, whatever you-"

Bruce's sentimentality was halted by the crashing of wood on wall (the door was slammed open). And through the door pranced the prince of profanities.