Wedding Bells

In The Closet

Damian got real bored of the man's rant at some point so to avoid stabbing Bruce for his annoyance Damian dropped his bags and went to wonder the mansion .

Of course he had no idea where the fuck he was going but he couldn't take another campy sentence out Bruce's yapper . Damian found a library with hundreds upon thousands of books .

He found one called Pickwick Papers .

Dickens's first book, Damian hadn't read it in a while . So he decided to refresh his memory . He couldn't seem to find a comfortable place to read in the big empty room so he went on search .

The place was like a maze he couldn't bother to map out, he just let his feet carry him until he ended up in someone's closet . There were clothes discarded on the floor . The child worked it into a bed of sorts and settled in . I don't know why but closets have always been cozy to me .

After morning training and a shower Dick went to change into his day clothes . Once entering his room Dick noticed his closet was open a tad . I closed it before leaving ... right ?

He quickly approached his closet, ready for anything but froze when he saw what was there . There cuddled up in a ball was a small boy . His face rested against an open book, it seemed to been nearly finished .

He clearly had a baby face, the pressure on his cheek made the child look adorable alongside his short messy black hair and tanned skin tone . Dick gently reached out to feel his hair . It was surprisingly soft . Who are you ?

The boy's eyes fluttered open, startling Dick . They were emerald green . And very cat like .

He retracted his hand from the child's cotton soft hair, thinking it made him uncomfortable . "Sorry . Did I wake you ?"

Damian ignored the man, grabbing his book and sitting up on the discarded clothes that layed on Dick's closet floor .

"Richard Grayson I presume ?" He held the book to his chest as he spoke .

"Yes but you can call me Dick ... and you are ?"

"Damian Thomas Kyle ."

He froze again . "Kyle ? Thomas ? As in-"

"Bruce Wayne's father ." The child finished . "Yes, my mother named me after him . I am the son of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne ."

The circus performer was shocked by the explanation . Dick's mind was pounding with questions .

Bruce had a kid ? When ? Did Selina even tell him ? And if she did why didn't Bruce tell us we had another brother ? How long was he planning on keeping this a secret ? Wait, do Jay and Tim know about this ? Was I the only one in the dark ?

And most importantly ...

"Why are you in my closet ?" He brought himself to ask .

"I wanted a relaxing place to read," He began . Damian stands and walks passed the eldest wored . "And your closet was the closest thing I could find ."

"Oh ... I see ..."

The room fell into an awkward silence, soon broken by a voice from the hallway . It was Selina, calling out the boy's name .

"I think your mom is looking for you ."

Damian didn't respond opting instead to seek out his mother . He found her looking around in the hallway . "Do you need something mother ?"

"Oh there you are !" She notice Damian's words, him calling her mother was his way to instill caution . "You just disappeared . Where have you been ?"

"In the closet ."

"A closet ? Why ?" The cat raised a brow .

"I was reading a book I had found in the library ." He explained, showing his mom the book . "I had almost finished it when I knotted off ."

"Pickwick Papers ?" Selina read the title aloud . She sent her son a strange look . "What an interesting choice ? I didn't know you were into classics . You know your dad also -"

The boy scowled in annoyance at dad and his mom quieted, not wanting to upset her son any further .

"Mother is there any other reason for you calling me ?"

Selina sighed at Damian's sour attitude . She expected him to be combative but that didn't stop her from feeling disheartened .

"Yes . The movers are here with your belongings, I want to show you to your room so you can settle in ."

End

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