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Alfred Pennyworth has made plenty of bubble baths in his lifetime and was quite good at them, if he did say so himself. He knew how to curate them for each bat member of the family starting with Bruce when he was a baby who liked his baths with little bubbles and apple scented soap, while Dick preferred the tub overflowing with bubbles and with as much toys he could cram in the tub with him to keep him company, Jason on the other hand required an oatmeal bath to help soothe his dry and itchy skin from being neglected while living on the streets and Alfred made sure to always wrap him up in a warm fluffy towel afterwards, and lastly Tim wanted his bath water to be a different color each time using bath bombs, plus one Robin rubber duck in Jason’s uniform, and the occasional glitter that was painful to get out of the tub, but very worth the happy smiles each boy gave Alfred during bath time.
“Young Master Damian, I do not mean to brag, but I believe you will enjoy your first bath time here very much. I’ve put together a milk and honey scented bath with minimal bubbles and one Batman duck, courtesy of Master Dick. Come along, now.” Alfred turned around to see that the 3 year-old toddler he placed on the toilet seat was no longer there.
“Now, where did you go,” Alfred mused as he turned out of the bathroom into the long corridor. Luckily for him, Damian’s short legs could not carry him far as he waddled away before he stumbled and fell down on his knees and hands.
Though he felt the stung of the wood floors on his knees he to continued to crawl away, whining, “Nooo... no b’the!”
It only took Alfred two long strides before he swooped the reluctant baby up in his arms and gently rubbed his knees with one hand, “it seems you took a nasty fall Master Damian, a warm bathe is just what you need before bed time.” Damian sniffed once with wet eyes, but did not cry when Alfred took his clothes off and placed him gently in the tub as he sat him upright and started pouring warm water over his body with an elephant shaped cup with it’s trunk curled into the handle. Alfred noticed he was much quieter about his distress compared to other toddlers his age who tended to cry and could feel him tense, but as Alfred continued to pour warm water over his neck and shoulders, covering his eyes when washing his hair, the baby slowly relaxed and felt like putty under his hands.
Damian was starting to enjoy himself once he realized he was not in danger of drowning in the big bath tub for he never bathed alone before and never with a stranger either. His Ummi would always sit him on her lap as they bathed together and let him lay on her chest while they soaked in the bath tub while running a hand down his baby soft hair, but this was also nice he decided. He took his chubby hand and splashed a bubble in satisfactory as it dispersed in the water. He eyed the black and grey rubber duck next to hold and squeeze as he hummed happily when it squirted water.
“An excellent duck choice Young Master Damian, this is your Father, Batman, sworn protector of the bubbles in Wayne Tub.”
“B’theman,” the baby nodded seriously.
“Indeed — Batheman.”