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A knock at the door wakes him up suddenly, he looks at the clock and groans, it was way too fucking early for this. He sighs and turns away from the noise, if it’s one of his siblings they will eventually break in, if not then it’s an annoying neighbor (Looking at you Marshall).
He groans as the knocking gets louder, he finally gives up on them leaving him alone and pushes his covers roughly off of him. He stomps towards the door and slowly grabs the gun hidden under the table by the door.
He takes off the safety before he stops moving as soon as he hears a very familiar voice curse softly and the sound of his security being dismantled.
He sighs and shakes his head, of course it was Dick, who else would loudly knock on his door at, he glanced at the clock on the kitchen suddenly glad for how small this safe house is, three in the fucking morning.
He steps away from the door and just plops himself on his very uncomfortable couch, he groans feeling a spring dig into his spleen, something Timmy-boy can’t experience anymore. He lays flat ignoring the discomfort, letting his legs dangle from the arm rest.
He lifts his head as he hears his door finally unlocking, he lets out a loud snort ready to tease Dick about losing his touch.
He springs up like a daisy mid-summer, his mouth moves trying to make words come out of his mouth, by the only thing that comes out is air.
He blinks slowly, he closes his eyes tightly shaking his head aggressively trying to make sense of what he is seeing, he hopes it’s just his brain playing tricks, but as soon as he opens his eyes again he is greeted by Dick’s sheepish smile.
He looks away from Dick’s face and makes eye contact with very familiar green eyes.
“Please tell me Talia created another Damian clone and she just forgot to age it up” he whispers knowing the answer already.
Dick shuffles nervously looking guilty “No, this is the read Damian “ he says softly trying to pacify him.
He shakes his head and stands up “Nope, no! I’m not dealing with this, I already dealt with baby demon brat at the league, I’m not doing this again” he growls out pointing at the tiny version of Damian “Why isn’t he with Bruce? Why come to me?!” he whisper yells trying not to startle his baby shaped brother.
Dick takes a step closer “Well, Bruce is off world in a Justice League meeting and Tim refuses to be near him” he shrugs before he continues “I don’t think Steph is ready to be near a baby yet, after , well, you know. And um, Cass is in Hong Kong, Duke needs to sleep, and Starro is well, in his jar” he softly replies “So you are the best option”
He suddenly feels a thousand years old and shakes his head, again, for the hundred time tonight. He is about to cross his arms before stopping himself. He gives in and stretches his arms towards Baby Damian.
Baby Damian babbles and reaches back to him. He sees Dickies stress melt away and hands him Damian without complain.
He gently holds Damian under the armpits and holds him to eye level, a small smile forms on his lips before it immediately vanishes as Damian grabs his cheek and pulls it. He pulls Damian further away from him trying to make him let go of his cheek before he hears a soft snort.
He glares at Dick who crumbles with laughter. Dick has clearly gone mad from stress, god knows how long he took care of baby Damian before coming to him, he sighs and pulls Damian closer propping him on his hip.
“Ya done” he snarks watching with hidden amusement as Dick slowly regains his composure. He shakes his head and walks away with Damian leaving Dick behind.
Dick quickly notices as he walks away and follows. He tilts his head and smirks “Aw, little wing, don’t be angry, Dami was just trying to greet you” he snorts again looking away as Damian finally lets his cheek go.
He sighs tiredly and rolls his eyes “dick” he mutters and sits on his bed.
Dick gasps and looks at him “Hey, I can clearly hear when you use it as an insult” he huffs before sitting besides him.
He hums and moves Damian to sit on his lap. He looks confused for a moment, he doesn’t remember putting his gun away, where the hell is it.
Dick leans tiredly against his shoulder and speaks softly “Your gun is on the floor besides you couch, I think you fell asleep for a second and dropped it”
He blinks slowly and nods accepting that response, he shuffles awkwardly before managing to rearrange the three of them on the bed.
He huffs as Dick is sleeps soundly, he has to do all the work as the moron fell asleep far too easily, he looks down at Damian’s wide open eyes looking at him curiously.
“What?” he whispers moving Damian to lay on his chest “Sleep, brat” he grunts out and closes his eyes waiting for Damian’s little breath to even out before he goes back to sleep.