Family Times

No matter how many times Dominator warned him, Doom Bringer wouldn't listen.

It was freezing, icy, and snowing, but did Doom care? No, he just wanted his stupid tools and nasod parts.

He scoffed as he worked on his holoscreen. Who cared if he got frostbite? He stayed inside where it was nice and warm, and now quiet with his roommate gone.

Although, it occurred to him that he'd already been gone for a few hours. Doom's nasod runs usually didn't take this long. "Maybe I should check in on him ..." he mused.

This thought wasn't around long before something–or rather, someone–came running through the front door. It was the missing roommate, and he had something in his arms. "Dom! Get the first aid kit!"

As he ran to the bathroom, Dom got up to find the first aid kit in the broom closet. What on Earth happened to scare him like this?

After searching for a moment, he found the red cross box on the top shelf. He carried it in both hands to meet up with Doom.

Down the hall, on the left was the washroom, but when he came in, his jaw dropped.

The thing that was in Doom's arms was a baby.

It couldn't have been more than a week old, but half of its body was purple and scratched raw. The sclera of its left eye was blacked out and it was wailing.

The bath was running with warm water as the engineer tried to cleanse its body and tend to its wounds. The water was likely part of the reason why it was crying so much.

"Where the heck did you get that thing from?" Dom asked as he knelt on the ground and opened the first aid kit.

"Abandoned on the street," he said as he lifted the baby out of the water. "You do the antiseptic; I'll do the bandages."

"In the middle of winter?" he asked in disbelief as he got out the disinfectant spray. As soon as it touched the child's skin, it started screaming, making both men grimace.

Doom started wrapping the bandages around him. "I couldn't believe it either," he mumbled. "How does a baby end up in the middle of the street like this?"

Dom narrowed his eyes at him. "Uh, parents disowning him?" he said as though it were obvious.

"No sane person abandons their kid where everyone can see it," Doom countered.

"Fair point." By now he finished dressing the boy's wounds and his crying had been reduced to whimpering. His tiny hands gripped his shirt as though his life depended on it.

Dom packed up the first aid kid and they left the bathroom.

"I guess we could take him to an orphanage," he said as he sat down next to Doom after putting away the medical supplies.

"Is that really a good idea?" Doom asked as he cradled the baby in his arms. "Look at him; they're going to want to know what happened to him."

He groaned. "Fine, we'll wait on it."

They didn't take him to an orphanage.

It's been two weeks. Dominator and Doom Bringer essentially adopted the baby, and said baby still didn't have a name.

It was six a.m. Doom was in the nursery, changing him. The child was still half asleep and trying to eat his fingers, so he should feed him after this.

He had been throwing away the waste when the baby had rolled onto his belly and started crawling away. "Hey, where are you going?" he asked, smirking.