You’re Not The Baby Anymore (Batmom OneShot)
CHARACTERS: Batmom x Damian (ft. Batfamily)
SUMMARY: A big announcement has the youngest of the Wayne family in a sour mood and the family want to know why.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I have fallen in love with so many Batmom fics on here that I decided to do one of my own. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know if you do!
Something was sour about the air in the Wayne Manor and it was making everyone feel a bit of blegh. The sourness seems to be gravitating around the youngest of the Wayne family. Poor Damian is grumbling every chance he gets. Whenever the others see him, he has a sour look on his face or he’s mumbling to himself. That sort of thing was keep everyone on edge.
“No you ask him.”
“Damnit Dick, you’re his favorite.”
“No, no, no, mom is his favorite.”
“Fine you’re his second favorite.”
“Shut up Jason! You ask him if you really want.”
“Hell no! I value my life. Make the spare ask him.”
“Screw you Jason!” Tim growled, “I value my life more than you.”
“I’m serious, Dick. Go ask him.”
“And I’m serious, idiot. I’m not going to.”
“We all want to know what’s going on with the demon spawn.”
“See even the spare agrees!”
“I’m not agreeing with you, idiot. Everyone else is on edge because the demon spawn is acting the way he’s acting.”
Dick and the two were arguing when you found them. They were looking into the room of your youngest son and you laughed. You shook your head as you walked up to them.
“What are you boys doing?” you asked.
The boys jumped turning to you quickly. They all had a surprised look on their faces, but it was only Dick who had the blush on his face. You did notice that the others looked gloomier than usual around the manor and it had you worried. Did something happen during patrol that you didn’t know of or did someone not tell you something and they were all feeling bad about it?
You wanted to know what was bothering your family and it seems that the youngest of the lot was making the air in the manor gloomier than usual.
“Well you see, Ma,” Jason laughed scratching the back of his neck, “Demon spaw—I mean Damian has been acting strange since last night.”
“Since last night you say?” you asked with a smile.
“Yeah,” Dick responded, “He came home after patrol mumbling to himself and his permanent frown is lower than usual.”
“So we’ve been trying to have Dick ask him what’s wrong,” Tim said.
“But I told you two idiots that he doesn’t like me at the moment,” Dick looked at you, “So what do you say, Mom? Can you ask him what’s wrong or fix it so we can all go back to our normal lives?”
You laughed and shook your head before patting your oldest son’s cheek. “Okay fine, but after I fix this, you three leave your brother alone.”
“Yes Ma’am!” the three said.
You walked into your youngest son’s room and see him on his bed with his sketchbook and a look of concentration in his eyes. You knew that this only happened whenever there was something on his mind that was bothering him.
“Hey Dami,” you smiled at him and noticed that he stopped sketching before putting his book down and sitting straight on his bed.
You sat down next to him and looked up to see that the rest of the family joined the three nosy boys. You smiled when you notice the smile on your husband’s face before turning back to your youngest baby.
“Is something wrong? Everyone seems to be gloomier than normal today,” you asked.
Damian sighed putting his hands on his lap before looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes that make you weak. “You’re pregnant.”
A collection of gasps and surprised shouts were heard from the door and you laughed.
“Yes I am,” you look at your son, “How did you know?”
“I’ve noticed the changes for awhile, but I only believed it last night when you and father were talking over the comms. I don’t know if you forgot to cut me off, but it seems I was the only one who was on the comms when you told father.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Oh my god! We’re going to have a baby!”
“Ha! I know why the demon spawn is the way he is now!”
You laughed at everyone’s outburst and saw the blush on your youngest son’s face. “Oh Dami, are you upset that we’re having a baby?”
Damian didn’t answer. He just looked down at his hands. You smiled knowing what was bothering your baby boy. You pulled him into a huge and kissed the top of his head. Damian sighed and wrapped his arms around you.
You pull away to make him look at you.
“You’re not the baby anymore,” you smiled at him, “But that doesn’t mean that you won’t be my baby anymore. You’ll just have to share that title.”
Damian did his usual tick and you laughed. “I’m still going to be the favorite right?”
“Hell no! I’m Ma’s favorite!”
“You’re kidding right?! Clearly I am mom’s favorite.”
“Screw you, Grayson! I am mom’s favorite!”
The argument for who was your favorite continued until you and your youngest son walked up to your family standing at the door. Bruce pulls you to him and kissed you softly which stopped the argument to ignite the usual groans and gag sounds that came from your kids whenever you and Bruce displayed affection around them.
This was your family. Your big and boisterous family.
And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.