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Dick's eyes snap open, and he shoots upright, stumbling out of bed into a familiar room, memories washing over him in a nearly overwhelming wave: Circus, Flying Grayson, parents falling, Wayne mansion, Gotham Academy, Mathematics, girls, money, media, gymnastic, the team, crime and Batman.
Dick wobbles where his standing, knees suddenly become weak and has to grab on the crusty doorknob to steady himself. His surroundings: old, average furniture, dark curtains on the window and a baby monitor.
As the screeching sound from the baby monitor only began to become stronger and stronger. Quickie, Dick makes his way out to the corridor and turns left and takes a deep breath before he opens the door.
"Don't cry. Daddy is here." Dick whispers quietly once he was closer to the crib and brushes some of the tears away from his cheek.
The baby with small hands clenched into fists fussed violently. Dick let out a dry laugh and raised his hand to smooth back his hair making the baby calm itself down before giving a sniffle, the baby latches on to Dick's hand.
Then Dick slices one hand under the baby's back, cups it's back with the other, and slowly lifts the squirmy bundle out of the crib, and against his chest." Alright buddy, but promise you would go to sleep." In answer, the baby tucks its damp face into Dick's neck, apparently content to stay where it is. Dick sighs, resting his cheek against the top of the baby's head, and rubbing the baby's back.
" You promise Damian. You know daddy can't stay all night." The baby seems to understand by showing less impressed with that though and takes a noisy, stuttering breath. Dick eyes wide open. "Oh, no. ssh. I won't go Damian."
As he began to rock him, trying to settle him which the baby did once Dick stroke a hand down his back. "Okay, you win. You can sleep with daddy today," he says slowly walking to his room, carefully since his knees still unsteady to walk properly than his frightened that he might trip while holding his child.
Gently and slowly Dick while holding the baby in his arms, lays down on the bed. For Damian to be on top of him. Damian just stared at Dick's blue orbs with one of his adorable look on his face.
"Now, is time to sleep, buddy. Is three o'clock in the morning. Your clumsy daddy needs sleep to work and you buddy need to sleep, we don't want to grow a habit to be awake at nights." Damian always makes thing impossible, couldn't help he was just a month old baby, whose job is to make the parents been miserable for a quiet time.
Even so, Dick loves his child, that he decides to spoil today like Damian wanted him to do. He caresses his back and head just like he likes it.
Damian did try to stay up all night however once the sun rises, Damian falls asleep tucked into the crock of his neck. As Dick still didn't let go of his son since Damian was warm and Dick really needs something warm to keep him away from the bitter cold of his bed.
Since now they only thing that keeping Dick Grayson Wayne a sixteen-year-old boy from completely falling apart of his decisions he made is his son - Damian Grayson Wayne.