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He'd just finished taking out a group of thugs trying to smuggle drugs down at the docks and was done with his Nightwing patrol for the night. He stopped on the roof of his apartment block. It was a good thing he got the top floor apartment, made leaving and coming back from patrol so much easier, he could just type in the code and he'd be home, made for a lot less potential witnesses anyway.
He'd been pulling all nighters for almost a week as his partner and best friend Wally was out for a week visiting his family. Wally was coming back tonight and it meant that Dick could take a breather (not that he would take the chance to, the man would work himself to death if given the chance). He was looking forward to a cup of hot chocolate and a nap. Suddenly he stopped, there was a faint sound of breathing coming from the shadow under the concrete ledge above the door to to the roof, He took on a fighting stance, prepared for a fight or a villain. When suddenly a relatively tall woman stepped out of the Shadows.
"Talia" he said through gritted teeth "To what do I owe the delightful pleasure of meeting you here"
He hadn't seen her since that night almost 2 years ago. Once the night was over she was gone and Dick had never seen her again- not that he wanted to of course The lady was a bitch.
"Stand down Grayson, I am not here to do harm" she said, her accent faintly peaking through her english.
"Then what" Dick spat. He wanted no more to do with Talia than he already had.
"The reason I am here " She answered "Is to give you this"
She stepped further out of the shadow and Dick could now see the bundle in her arms that was previously concealed by the darkness. The bundle shifted. What kind of bundle moves, Dick thought for a moment before talia said
"His name is Damian. Damian Grayson. Your Son."
Realisation hit Dick like a cold bucket of water. He had a son. HE HAD A FUCKING SON. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL. How was he supposed to deal with this, he was 20 for God's sake, He had just graduated Gotham Police academy a few weeks ago. And now he was a father.
"You must take him" she said with a glare "Or else he dies - at your choice" Her voice steeling to cold poison.
With a weary sigh Dick took the blue bundle from her arms. He had no choice, she was a trained assassin, he had no idea how far she would go and he wouldn't risk an innocent child's life, his son or no.
He made his way down stairs, with the sleeping bundle in his hands, Damian- His son.
"Hey Dick" Wally said as Dick walked into their shared apartment. He then proceded to drop his mug and the ceramic shattered into a thousand pieces. "Is that a BABY"
Dick sighed wearily and nodded his head. This was going to take some explaining to do.
As if things were'nt confusing and intense as it was Jason came flying in through the window, smashing the glass clean off the windowpane. His arm had a nasty cut and Blood stained his suit, indicating an abnominal injury of sorts, perhaps a stab wound. He was faint on his feet and looked like he was going to pass out from blood loss, a stream of blood trickling down his leg onto Dicks clean apartment floor.
he looked directly at dick and screamed " I NEED FIRST AID - Holy shit is that a baby" then promptly passed out.
As if to make matters worse Damien woke up and started screaming, his little red face going red and his chubby fists moved back and forth.
I need a coffee, Dick thought, this is going to be a long night