Breakfast on the Patio
AN: Enjoy some early morning fluff.
Thanks to @whore4batfam for letting me write this.
It’s inspired by this post!
Early morning breakfasts are a tradition for you and Bruce. During the summers the two of you sit on the porch and talk quietly while Alfred works in the kitchen. The kids are typically still asleep, so the two of you enjoy the quiet and your special alone time together.
Which is why, you’re more than a bit surprised when Damian storms out onto the patio. Your youngest wakes up early. It’s a fact of life. It is also a fact that he spends this time in the morning training. Setting down your orange juice, you and Bruce turn to face him. Before you can even ask what’s wrong, he shouts, “You need to have a baby!”
You choke on nothing, and as you cough, Bruce’s hand pounds against your back. As the fit subsides you look up at your youngest, “Excuse me?”
“I refuse to be the baby any longer. Grayson, Todd and Drake are constantly using it as an excuse to keep me away from things. I’m not allowed near Joker, because I’m the baby. I can’t drive the batmobile, because I’m the baby. No Damian, you can’t diffuse that bomb, you’re the baby!
Your voice is hoarse as you say, “Damian … it’s not that simple.”
He scoffs, “What are you talking about? Father adopted three children without you, and I’m the result of a drug induced one-night stand. How hard is it? Have a child together, adopt, I don’t care just as long as it is younger than me. Because I am done being the baby.”
You watch him storm off and turn to your husband. He smirks at you, “Well that’s one way to ask for a younger sibling.”
You can feel a blush spreading to your cheeks, “Bruce!”
He smiles at you, and before you can blink he’s out of his seat and crouching in front of you, “Haven’t you ever thought about it? A little baby?”
You splutter for a few seconds, before finally saying, “Yes, but we’re super-heroes, and CEO’s. We don’t have time for a baby.”
“Is there ever really a good time to have a baby?”
“When you’re not constantly out until three am, and working nine hour days.”
“We could take a step back.”
You raise an eyebrow in questions, “We or I?”
He meets your gaze, “We. With the boys around we have more than enough help protecting Gotham, and we could start working regular hours at the company.” You sink back into your seat. His voice is a whisper when he asks, “Have you really not thought about it?”
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t. You wanted a child, but you’d been unwilling to upset the balance of your boys. They were finally on good terms with Bruce, and Damian had always been one to be jealous. But at the same time, you yearned to hold that little baby in your arms.
Almost as though he can see the gears turning in your head he asks, “Sweetheart, do you want to have a baby?”
You smile, “I do.”
He smiles, before kissing you.
When you pull back you say, “Imagine Alfred’s reaction when we tell him.”
“It’ll be quite Joyous Mrs. Wayne, I assure you.” You look over you shoulder to see the butler watching the two of you through the kitchen window. You roll your eyes, you were surrounded by snoops, and you were convinced Bruce came by it naturally.
With a smile you say, “Let’s try for a baby.”