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Tim was exhausted, he couldn’t even remember falling asleep, but he knew the quick rest he was waking up from wasn’t even close to enough. He rubbed at his eyes, hoping it would help clear the blurriness so he could find his phone and turn off the alarm that roused him from his sleep.
As he stared at his phone, brain slowly coming back online, he finally remembered why he set the alarm. It was time for a feeding, he let out small groan as he stretched his back, and turned towards the bassinet on the other side of the bed. Usually, Luna would’ve made a fuss before his alarm could even go off, he must have been in too deep of a sleep to hear her.
(If Conner were here, he’d probably snatch her up before she could even finish her first whine).
He pushed down the thought, and instead focused on dealing with a grumpy baby. Except, there was no pouting baby looking up at him. He tried not to panic at the empty bassinet, he had set too many alarms in the manor for someone to break in without his notice. Alfred probably grabbed her when he saw that Tim was sleeping.
There was no need to panic but, he found himself doing so anyway. It was the first time his daughter was not within eyesight since he created her a couple months ago. Alfred and Dick knew better than to take her from the room without his permission. Sure, he was slowly letting them help with care but, he wasn’t ready to be completely separated just yet.
He didn’t even realize when he left the room, when he came back to himself he had already ran down the stairs, and was sprinting into the kitchen. His chest heaving as he took a moment to find his breath. He wasn’t sure if was from a panic attack or the physical strain but, his heart finally calmed once he saw that his baby was alive and well.
The person holding her was a surprise though, and he didn’t know how he should feel about it.
“Luna wouldn’t stop crying and it was disturbing my concentration while I worked on my art project. It wasn’t hard to deduce her cries were due to it being close to her usual feeding time and since Richard accompanied Alfred on his errands, I stepped in,” Damian quickly explained as he adjusted his hold, Luna squirmed for a few seconds before settling.
“I figured you were in need of a longer rest if you could sleep through her pleas, since you have been nothing but attentive of her needs thus far,” Damian finished tautly, though he did look a bit guilty as held the baby.
“Oh um, thank you. You were right, I did need the rest but maybe leave me a note or text next time. It’s still very new and I kind of panicked,” Tim replied in a daze, not really believing the sight before him.
Damian nodded in acknowledgement and continued feeding her the bottle tensely. He relaxed when Tim took a seat next to them and made no move to grab the baby. Not that he would now that she was feeding, he swore that her eyes flickered red for a second last time he pulled the bottle from her mouth too early.
He really needed to get around to introducing her to the world so he could ask the Kents when Clark started showing powers. He was scared she would fly before she started crawling, but he still had a few months before he had to worry about that. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of happy babbles filling in the silence.
He watched in awe as Damian held his daughter gently padding her back until she let out a small burb. He was a bit annoyed that she didn’t spit up on him but was grateful for the help all the same. He felt his fingers twitch as he fought the urge to grab her back but, didn’t want the younger boy to feel like he felt uncomfortable with him. Not when was been so considerate towards him and his baby.
He didn’t even know that the younger boy had been paying attention enough to know her feeding schedule. He wondered how long he had been itching to help and waiting to find an opportunity to step in. Maybe this was a sign he needed to welcome more people in her life, she seemed happy enough with Damian.
He smiled to himself as Damian began to faintly sing a song in Arabic as he rocked Luna to sleep, and he wondered if it was a lullaby his mother sang to him. He wondered what songs Conner would’ve wanted to sing to her.
He knew if Conner were here (after hopefully forgiving him for the whole cloning thing), he would immediately brag about their daughter to the world. Maybe he should too, after all she was clearly made to be loved.
(How could she not be with the other half of her parent being the most loving person of all).