Chapter Text
Chapter one
Character’s Thoughts
Third Person Narration
“Character’s Speaking”
Damian Wayne is a boy brought up in swords and dry desert, trained until his fingers bled and skin cracked. Polished and sheaved until his skills were up to par to his mother’s standard. But he understood why, after all his mother told him he was only one of many of the Bat’s kids.
The youngest in his brood.
All blood tied to the Dark Knight, all equally valuable to him. That is what his mother told him when he turned nine.
“ They are your siblings Habibi…stronger and more experienced than you. Their names are…”
Richard Grayson- First Robin, Nightwing protector of Bludhaven
Cassandra Cain Wayne- Black Bat, Batman’s fierce assassin
Jason Peter Todd- Second Robin, Redhood protector of Crime Alley
Timothy Jackson Wayne- Third Robin, Batman’s partner
“You will be respectful to them. They paved the way, completely overriding what it means to be a vigilante and hero. Your father holds them close to his heart, honestly if another died once more your father would probably burn the whole world down along with himself. Thankfully that Krypto boy managed to bend reality for a miracle. Either way Habibi-”
That was a very long conversation, though Damian had enjoyed every second of it. Knowing not only his father but his elder siblings who he was going to be able to eventually meet.
He sat in the airplane, looking over the ocean as he tried to gather his thoughts.
He hoped that his elder siblings would be surprised but somewhat happy to have another sibling. Though he is quite younger than them, being only ten years old.
He started to look through Gotham’s news feed on his new telephone, his mother giving it to before letting him board the plane.
Nothing too interesting, aside from some gossip about some heiress and a waiter boy.
Boring.
Well, at least he could rest and be absolutely refreshed once he lands in Jersey. He closes his eyes, but his awareness never leaving him.
Never be unguarded.
After another five hours and one cab ride over, Damian Al Ghul Wayne arrives at 9:30 am in front of Wayne Manor.
It had a somewhat old Archaic style to it, sloping edges and pointed peaks. He took a breath and rang the doorbell, the high pitched sound ringing across the mansion.
He hears light footsteps, door opening to see an old butler greet him.
“Why, hello child, is there some reason you have come to the Wayne Residence? Are you perhaps seeking help?”
“Tt. I have come on behalf of my Mother Taila Al Ghul.”
“Oh…dear. Come inside Child.” The butler sighs slightly, his eyes studying the boy before him. He leads the boy to the first living area, the boy sits waiting a bit impatiently.
“Alright let me go and get Master Bruce.”
The butler walks away, Damian observing the interior of his new home. Chandeliers were nice but why on earth were there footmarks up there!?
Strange.
He hears two sets of footsteps, one slightly heavier than the other. His father, man well over 6 foot tall and shoulders to go along with it. His eyes a dark blue as they landed on him.
Well, as the americans say…Here goes nothing.
“Father, I am Damian Al Ghul, Son of Talia and Bruce Wayne. Mother has deemed me ready to come under your jurisdiction and be under your care.”
“Tal-...I thought….She-She lied to…” Whispered his father, though he caught it all the same. Along with a look that Damian wasn’t accustomed to, somewhat between pain and joy?
Can’t say for sure…
His father comes closer to him, hands lifting but then settling beside himself after a moment.
He was not sure what his father wanted to do.
“Ok…ok.. Well since you know who I am. It's better to confirm things, come I'll show you the Batcave.”
Now who named it such a childish thing?
He couldn’t imagine his father doing that. But he follows the man, and they arrive at his office in front of an old grandfather clock. Apparently that was the entrance to the ‘Batcave’ thankfully it didn’t take long to see the 99.9% blood match appear on the ‘Batcomputer’.
Really what was it with all these names?
Anyways things went pretty quickly after that, he was introduced to Timothy Wayne first considering he lived at the Manor. Then Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson, he was not going to call his eldest sibling by that infernal name.
It took another couple days to see Jason Todd, who had a definite mean streak going on. And then his only sister Cassandra Wayne, a terrifying woman.
No wonder she was deemed the fiercest.
Either way they all seemed to welcome him, Grayson attempting to pull him into a hug, not successful by the way. Timothy patting his shoulder with a strange look on his face, Jason ruffling his hair and calling him a brat.
That wasn’t so bad actually.
Cassandra watched him with those all knowing eyes, her face breaking into a smile as she grabbed his hand and told him…
“ Little brother, you are safe here, I will never let anything harm you.”
She was apparently as protective as she was loyal.
Over the course of the next couple days, he was told rules and the routines of the house. But most importantly, considering his childhood he suffices, Bat’s do not kill.
Which is something he did know beforehand. His mother did want him to be prepared and not appear ill-mannered in front of his family.
The strangest thing was though, he didn’t quite understand why some of his siblings kept their adoptive parent’s last names.
Honestly their upbringings were quite confusing to him. How on earth his father managed to procreate with so many women only to have the children appear later in his life.
Sometimes, Grayson would visit and talk about his parents from the circus, having died when he was nine years old and taken in by Bruce not long after.
Another thing, most of his siblings called father by his first name which was odd at least to him.
He questioned Timothy once about that.
“Well, you know he took us in…and he is our uh dad. It's just hard sometimes you know? Its not like it’s as easy as your situation.”
And that made him more confused, because what was different?
They were all Father’s children, tied by blood.
You’d think they were afraid of saying that particular word out loud. Which was just preposterous, why on earth would they be afraid?
It was clear as glass, the way his father’s shoulders would relax around his siblings. The way his eyes would crinkle as Grayson spits out puns after puns.
The way he focused and appreciated Timothy, after seeing his plans for better subsidized housing and food banks.
They way his eyes shined whenever Todd visited on Sunday for Alfred’s breakfast crepes.
The way he softened into his daughter’s hug whenever she felt so inclined.
So no he didn’t quite understand his siblings.
Clearly both sides loved each other, why hesitate?
Not pointing out the fact that he was their father. Blood and all.
Well, he’d just have to fix that somehow. Though he wasn’t sure where to start with all that.
But today was apparently special, his Father was hosting a gala at their residence. Welcoming the newest Wayne into the burrow, he guessed Gotham’s people were quite the gossip.
He was suited into a nice black tuxedo with green edges, hair gelled and combed neatly. His siblings also attending aside from Todd, that is, the man just saying ‘nope’ and walking out.
The uncomfortable fabric inclined him to agree with his elder brother.
Though he didn’t quite have quite the choice. Considering it was about him.
Anyways the Gala started, doors opening as multiple high society elites walked in, their eyes curious and a bit haughty.
Once most of the invited guests arrived, his father clinked and started his speech. Damian mostly let the words blow right past him, simply watching the crowd react in front of him.
“-He is Damian Wayne and I hope everybody is able to meet with my wonderful child-”
The speech finished, his siblings scouring through the crowd clearly more accustomed to this sort of thing.
A couple old women grabbed him, started to coo and ask him ridiculous questions. Honestly, you’d think they never saw a Wayne heir.
“ Look at you dear, so exotic-”
What did that mean?
“Very much like Bruce from so long ago, isn't he?” A couple of them were chuckling.
“Just…a little more tanned…”
Ok, they were officially odd.
“But thank heavens Brucie boy finally got himself a blood heir, unlike those o-”
“Mam, what on earth are you saying? My siblings are my father’s children.”
“Oh dear, I don’t mean any offence little one, we know your father thinks of your siblings as his own. It's just his company can’t be handed to someone who isn’t Wayne blood. You understand don’t you dear?
No he did not, were these women lunatics? Did they lose their reasoning at this age?
“Mam…My siblings are my father’s blood children, didn’t you know?”
And the group of old women sputtered looking between themselves and back at him, a sort of strange look deep in their eyes.
“Child are you saying that all the children your Father has ‘adopted’ are actually his?!”
“Of course. Look at them, how can you not tell?”
And the women looked at each, smiles growing on their faces and a sort of fanatical look coming over them. They started to whisper between themselves, leaving him to be able to find the restrooms.
He’d been holding it long enough.
As Damian excused himself the flurry of women spread out, one by one, group by group. Whispers and ‘Are you serious!?’ practically enveloping the entirety of the reception area.
Eye’s darting over to Bruce Wayne, their eyes full of mischief and a knowing look.
Bruce Wayne was no fool, he could see the crowd become emotionally heightened, he just couldn’t understand why?
A woman who owned a diaper company had been talking with Dick, her friend covering her ear as she whispered the now known secret. Her eyes widening in shock, she reevaluated the man in front of her, Her eyes sharper now.
Dick stood a bit nervously, not understanding why the woman was looking at him like that. Same thing happened with Tim, only with a lot more businessmen surrounding him and their wives whispering to them.
Cassandra had been having a conversation with a couple of young heiresses, their eyes looking at her with a newfound appreciation and even a bit… intimidated.
Strange.
It was strange.
What was going on?
Even Alfred who stood to the side, next to the lobster buffet, could see the sudden unrest wave over the crowd.
His eyes glinted darkly for a moment, something had happened within these minutes. It wasn’t until David Smith, Ceo of Twic Inc, came forward congratulating Bruce.
“ Brucie! My man! Why on earth did you hide this from us so long?”
Uh oh
No, it can’t be can it?
After all this time?
They can’t know that i’m B-
“You should have just said your kids were bastards, rather than them being these sad orphans. Geez you really pulled the wool over our heads Brucie!”
What
What the Fuck…
What!?
“Um. What?”
“Yea of course they’d actually be your kids, no way you’d just up and adopt these no good street rats.”
He’s fucking dead
What the hell did he just say about my kids!?
Wait
Wait
Have they collectively lost their minds????
“David, My children are mine because i love them not because they are related to me, which they are not but I love them all the same. So I hope your next words are said very carefully.”
“Oh please Brucie the gig is up, your youngest threw you under the bus. Honestly I should have known considering how all of them look like you. Good thing to or else your company would have gone to a worthless stre-”
That was the point where Bruce Wayne punched the lights out of David Smith, people flocking over and yelling. His kids rushing over, asking him what had happened?
What made him knock the dude out?
Either way the gala was clearly finished. Alfred led the guests out, Mr.Smith still knocked out being carried away by his two adult sons.
Damian, coming out of the restroom, brows furrowed as he watched the guests leave. He felt like it was a bit early for them to leave right? Or maybe he just doesn’t understand Gala etiquette?
“Bruce, what did David say to you?! Normally you're level-headed whenever they insult you..” Dick asked, his arms crossing each other. Timothy and Cassandra looking between each other, confused.
Damian walked closer to his family, spotting his father’s obvious reddened fist.
What on earth happened while I was away?
Bruce let out a long sigh, his face grimacing as he thought over the words.
“David was under the impression that I was pulling the wool over him”
“Dad?” Questioned Cass, face tilting.
“Sorry Cassandra, I mean, he thought that I was tricking all of Gotham all these years.”
“Tricking? Wait do you mean…?” Tim said, voice uneasy.
“No, he thought that I lied, that you all were my…actual ‘blood’ related children and didn’t want to admit that I had made you out of…marriage.”
All three pairs of eyes widen, confusion and shock twisting over their faces.
“What the heck!? That doesn’t even make sense, how could they have made that conclusion?” Tim all but yelled, if he thought they were idiots before…then…
Cass looked a bit more confused, while Dick just settled for complete befuddlement.
“Father, what happened? There seems to be some sort of issue?”
Bruce sighed more, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then he thought over the idiotic last man's words.
….the gig is up, your youngest threw you under the bus.
“Damian care to tell me why David Smith seems to be under the impression that you told guests that your siblings are my ‘actual blood’ children?"
All three siblings looked over at him, faces perplexed.
“Damian, why would you say that?” Dick questioned.
“Are you embarrassed that we are just adopted?” Tim said, a bit heated, eyes hurt.
“Of course not. But that really doesn’t matter does it? After all you are my Father’s biological children. I don’t see what the problem is?”
“Damian I don’t know what gave you the impression that Bruce is our biological Dad, I mean I did tell you about my parents?” Dick said, more than a little confused.
Damian rolled his eyes.
“Grayson I know Mary Grayson was your mother, that still doesn’t take away from the fact that you are my father’s first biological child.”
“Ok I think we're all confused now. Again Damian, John Grayson was my Bio dad who made me with my mother, you understand?”
Damian raised one eyebrow, a bit peeved now.
“Grayson, Your DNA matches father’s, why be so incessant with such tales? It's not like there's anything you lose by admitting it?”
And now even Bruce was rightly confused, come again.
“Wait, Damian when would you have tried matching our DNA’s. I don’t understand son…”
Damian sighed, quite tired now.
“Father, Mother checked all your children, she wanted to make sure who your biological children were. She told me it was slight surprise that all of them were your’s, apparently not having enough protection in your endeavours."
The four stood still, emotions of all different kinds switching between their faces.
“WHAT!?”