Three more years passed and Damian was now 6'3" and weighed 220 pounds. He was all muscle and he looked a tad like his dad, but not that much. His green eyes were still emerald, but they seemed brighter when he would smile. He still had a serious and dark side of him, but if you two were home or alone then he would lighten up. Not to mention he proposed to you.
Today was last day, for that year, to replace the empty canisters of the antitoxins that rested on cell phone towers. The both of you had just stopped at a city and walking through to see if there were any supplies. You two walked until you both paused. The both of you heard rustling.
Damian held his arm out and you totally froze. Then there was growling. You took your guns out of your holsters and Damian unsheathed his katana. As soon as you two did that in ran about six zombies ran at you both. You were emptying bullets into their heads while Damian cut the heads off of two. Then more started gathering. The two of you were fighting and what got you was that the idea that these things used to be human.
They used to be human. They probably had fairly happy loves. They used to be able to laugh, smile, cry, get angry, to be able to fall in love, and actually see life. These people could have been the true future, but they couldn't be anymore. Some of these people could have been restarting their whole lives, but now it was crushed. These people could have been parents, siblings, cousins, or friends to others but now they were just monsters.
One thing you hated doing the most is having to end the lives of little children. The once giggly children that were probably going to a community school and got to enjoy life's simple gifts, were now dead and craving for blood and anything living.
You blew the head off of the second to last zombie, but the last zombie heard something and took off running. Zombies don't run away, so it heard something. You ran after it.
"(Y/N)!" Damian ran after you.
You heard screams a male and a female. You came in and saw that the zombie had already gotten a hold of a guy who had to be at least early thirties. But now was after a female who was on the floor. You shot at the zombie multiple times but it began to tear apart the young female. Damian ran in and sliced the head off of the zombie.
You ran over to the lady and what broke your heart is that she was pregnant. She was still alive and you were covering most of her open wounds. "Hi sweetie. Can you hear me?" There was no reply. Damian looked over and frowned. She was gone.
Damian inspected her and saw something. She had lost her mucus plug and her water had broke just before she was attacked. "Beloved move." You quickly did and Damian grabbed a knife and began to cut through many layers of skin and into the womb. He had you hold the layers of muscle and tissue open. Then he pulled out a baby boy. Damian grabbed a cloth, from his bag and wiped the baby clean. While you found items to clamp the umbilical cord, then you quickly got into your first aid kit and cut the cord.
Damian rubbed the baby's chest. "Come on."
Soon the baby's face scrunched up and he began to cry. You laughed in amazement and Damian smiled. You quickly looked around and found a blanket. Damian held the baby and you wrapped him up tightly. The baby soon calmed down and opened his eyes fully. He calmed down when he saw you and Damian. You smiled at the baby and smiled.
Damian had to snap out of the adorable trance. "We need to get going. They will smell the blood."
You nodded and you both went back to the Batwing. You looked at Damian. "So now what?" You asked. "Do we... do we call him our son?"
Damian nodded. "Yes. He needs a name though."
You looked at the baby boy in your arms. "He reminds me of Tim." You admitted.
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FanfictionI do not own any of these characters. I have these one shots on my other Quotev too. Some of these have smut in them, so I will warn you if it is a type of Chapter. I do not own these pictures, and if I did I will say. BUT I DON'T DO SUPERMAN, BATMA...
