Disclaimer: DC owns the Batfamily, not me.

AN: So I have been writing these little one-shots for a while now. Years, in fact. I'm only just now getting around to actually publishing them here. This one is actually the second one I wrote. The first was Robin's First Christmas, which originally was meant to be a completely stand-alone story, but inspired me to write more of the firsts in Damian's life, because, of course, Dick would want Damian to experience all of the things that most normal children experience. I have a whole list of firsts that Damian needs to experience and have written quite a few of them already. Enjoy!

Robin's First Disney Movie Marathon

Dick Grayson grinned mischievously from his perch high above the ground below him. His target had just entered the Bat Bunker. He used to do this all the time when he was younger; hide as far up as he could climb, then drop down on his unsuspecting victim in an attempt to startle them. He'd managed to surprise Tim and Jason before and once even Alfred, but never Bruce. It was time he continued the tradition on Bruce's son. And now he had "The Batman" on his side.

"Grayson! Pennyworth informed me that you were down—"

Dick dropped down, right in front of Damian, spreading out the cape, trying to look as scary as he could. "Beware the Batman," he growled, using the same deep voice that he'd heard Bruce use so many times when trying to send Gotham's criminals into a coma induced by fear alone. "Boo."

"… here. Grayson!" Damian remained stoic as ever, merely narrowing his eyes in annoyance. So Dick's master plan was a failure after all…. "Quit fooling around and let's get down to business."

Dick grinned and burst into song, striking a few different fighting poses. "To defeat the Huns."

Damian's eyes flickered from Dick to the paper he held in his hands, confused. "I was under the impression we were going after Hatter tonight…."

Dick's mouth opened ever so slightly. Sure he didn't expect Damian to burst out in song with him, but the kid acted like he didn't understand the reference at all. "Wait, you've never heard that song?"

Damian merely raised an eyebrow. Oh. Of course. This was Damian he was talking to. Now that he thought about it, it really wasn't a surprise he'd never seen Mulan. It probably wasn't required viewing material when trying to raise one's son to be an assassin.

"Do you know who put the glad in gladiator?" Nothing. "The three ingredients to make one fly are faith, trust, and…." Damian rolled his eyes, merely assuming that Dick was now trying to annoy him.

"Grayson, I do not have time for your foolish antics. We have work to do."

So Damian hadn't seen Hercules or Peter Pan either. Dick frowned. He probably hadn't seen any Disney movies. Disney movies should be a staple of every kid's childhood and it was absolutely unacceptable that this wasn't the case with Damian. Even as they headed out to foil whatever it was that Mad Hatter was planning, Dick was making a plan of his own.

"I have another mission for us," Dick said later when they were in the Batmobile. "After we take care of Hatter, of course." Damian looked up, interested in the idea of a mission. Dick continued, "It will take us all day Saturday so don't plan anything."

Damian seemed confused. "Are we going undercover?" he asked, surely wondering what other type of mission could take up a whole day.

"Hmm, kind of," Dick lied, trying to make Damian interested in this particular 'mission.' "Let's just say there is a lot of research involved."

"Research," Damian growled with a disdainful frown. Dick knew that was his least favorite part of the vigilante gig. Damian much preferred punching things.

"No, it's fun research! I promise!" Dick insisted, flashing Damian a huge grin.

"You and I have very different ideas of fun, Grayson." Which was completely true, as Dick had already learned after trying to convince Damian to do other "fun" childish activities.

"Just trust me on this one, Dami. It'll be great."

When Damian came down for breakfast Saturday morning, he was partially still in his pajamas, but also partially wearing his Robin suit. Dick tried to suppress a laugh at how adorable he looked wearing Robin's tunic with a pair of dinosaur pajama pants.

"I was going to put on my uniform, but was unsure of the appropriate attire for today's mission," he explained, noticing the smile that Dick was trying and failing to hide.

Alfred walked in at that moment and gave Damian a disapproving look. "Master Damian, you know we do not allow costumes outside of the bunker."

"We have a mission, Pennyworth," Damian insisted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"It's okay, Lil' D. We won't be needing our costumes. In fact, you can wear whatever you want. But make sure to dress comfortably." Damian nodded then headed back upstairs.

"And please return your uniform where it belongs, young sir," Alfred called after him. When Damian was gone, he turned to Dick, who was grinning like mad, with a curious expression. "And what, dare I ask, is today's mission?"

"Disney movie marathon," Dick proclaimed. Alfred couldn't help but smirk. "Which by the way, I'm going to need popcorn and smoothies for."

"Am I to assume that Master Damian does not know that particular piece of information." But the huge grin on Dick's face was answer enough.

Damian returned a few minutes later, now wearing sweatpants and a plain tee shirt, and joined Dick and Alfred at the breakfast table. Throughout breakfast, Damian had tried his best to get Dick to reveal what this top secret mission was, but the only information he'd managed to coax out of him was that it was 'fun' and they were watching movies. The latter part was only an attempt to keep Damian from making good on his threat to stab the older man with his fork until he relented.

Damian was now getting very suspicious. "Movies? Grayson, I am beginning to suspect that perhaps there is no mission and this is another of your many attempts to 'bond' with me." Damian put airquotes around the word bond, saying it as if it were a poisonous substance in his mouth.

"Course not, Dami. I swear, these movies that we're watching are purely for educational purposes."

"Tt."

"Plus there will be popcorn."

As soon as they both had finished their breakfast, Dick dragged a reluctant Damian into the living room where Dick had already laid out every single animated Disney movie he had managed to find in the penthouse on the floor. Dick had already made a pile of the ones that Damian had to watch. These were the ones that had always been listed as favorites by the rest of the family. Dick's personal favorite was first on the list: Peter Pan. Since he was a little boy, Dick had always wanted to be Peter Pan. The kid could fly and he never grew up. That had always seemed like the perfect life for Dick. Plus he fought pirates so that just made him ten times more cool. Dick had also chosen another of his favorites, Robin Hood. Sure Damian probably already knew the story of Robin Hood, but the Disney version had cute little animals in it.

He'd also chosen two of Jason's favorites as well: Aladdin and Treasure Planet. The first was about an orphaned street kid who becomes a prince and the second about a kid with a troubled past who not only has the adventure of a lifetime, but finds a surrogate father figure after his own father leaves him. Of course they were Jason's favorites. Tim had always enjoyed the tale of Hercules as he was able to relate to the boy who wasn't sure where he belonged and tried his hardest to please his father, only to discover that his place was elsewhere after all. Tim was also a fan of Pixar movies because he was fascinated by the process of CGI animation and all of the technology behind it and the work that was put into it, so Dick included Toy Story and The Incredibles in the to-watch list, the former being a classic that every child should see and the latter just being a movie that he hoped Damian would be able to relate to.

Babs enjoyed Beauty and the Beast. She very much identified with the bookworm who was willing to sacrifice herself for her father. Stephanie always had a hard time choosing just one favorite Disney movie, but Dick knew that she preferred the princess movies. While Dick knew that Damian would hate him for making him sit through a movie like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, Dick had to include at least one princess movie for 'educational purposes.' So Dick chose Tangled, which was always in Stephanie's top three anyways. And finally, Cass's favorite Disney movie, Mulan, which of course he had to include anyways so Damian would get the Huns reference. And because Dick wasn't a total control freak, he was going to allow Damian to choose a few movies from the assortment on the floor.

Damian was currently holding up Monster's Inc. "And what, pray tell, is educational about this?" he asked with a scowl. Dick snatched it out of his hands and held it protectively against his chest.

"Well if I told you, there wouldn't be a point in watching it, now would there?"

"These are movies for children."

"And your point is?"

"I am not a child," Damian insisted crossing his arms and glaring at his older brother.

"I will have you know that I am twenty-five years old and I still enjoy each and every one of these movies. You, however, are ten and have yet to see any of them. That is why our mission is to spend the day watching as many as we can squeeze in."

"I have more important things to do besides watch these disgraceful childish… things."

"If you don't cooperate and sit here and watch them with me on your own than I'll just tie you to the couch and make you watch them anyways."

"You will do no such thing."

"Oh really?" Dick turned his attention from Damian to the doorway. "Alfred!" he called. Damian froze. He hadn't been expecting the older man to bring Pennyworth into this. The butler soon entered the room.

"Yes, Master Dick?" he asked.

"It seems we may have to implement Cautionary Protocol Seven after all," Dick said. Damian wasn't sure what Cautionary Protocol Seven was, but he didn't think he wanted to find out.

"Ah, yes. I will bring out the electrical tape, pliers, and wiring right away, Sir," Alfred said. He turned to leave, but not before offering Dick a wink that went completely unnoticed by Damian. Dick turned back to Damian and raised his eyebrows expectantly at him. Damian did not want to admit it, but with both Grayson and Pennyworth conspiring against him, he knew he had been defeated.

"Fine! I'll watch your stupid movies with you," Damian pouted. Dick smirked.

"Never mind, Alfred! Just bring the popcorn and smoothies!" He called after the old butler.

Damian found a lot to complain about during the first half of Peter Pan and he voiced those complaints loudly from where he was slumped on his half of the couch. "The opening credits are taking forever," was the first one barely thirty seconds into the movie. "Oh God, they couldn't find anyone who knows how to sing?" was the next. Dick had tried to ignore him, knowing this was simply Damian's way of letting the world know just how displeased he was, but finally fifteen minutes into the movie he'd grabbed a pillow and smacked Damian on the head with it, threatening to put Cautionary Protocol Seven back into action if he didn't shut up and just enjoy the movie.

And so Damian had suppressed his insults, but remained hunched over in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and eyes narrowed as he glared at the screen. But little by little, Dick noticed, that glare dissipated. While it was far from a smile, Dick knew that meant that Damian was enjoying the movie far more than he let on.

"So what did you think?" Dick asked when it was over as he removed the DVD from the DVD player and placed it inside its case.

"Hmph. Peter Pan is a brash fool. And his fighting technique is absolutely horrendous. What exactly was supposed to be educational about a boy wildly brandishing a knife at an incompetent pirate?"

"Well, the lessons we can learn from Peter Pan are not necessarily lessons in fighting. Instead we can learn to embrace change and the fact that you will eventually have to grow up. You must enjoy your childhood while it lasts."

Damian was silent for a moment, thinking. Finally, "That is the most idiotic thing I've ever heard, Grayson. Let's just watch the next movie and get it over with." Dick smiled. Typical Damian.

The next movie was Aladdin. While Damian made repeated gagging noises and constantly rolled his eyes during Aladdin and Jasmine's romantic carpet ride, any other time Dick snuck a glance at the boy he had his eyes glued to the screen, clearly very interested in the events unfolding before him. When asked what Damian was supposed to be learning from this movie, Dick responded, "Genie said it: be yourself."

"As incapable of ruling as that Sultan was to rule, it is even more unacceptable for him to allow someone of such low class to take over the kingdom."

"Did you not hear what I just said? In the end it didn't matter whether Aladdin was a prince or how much money he had. All that mattered was that Jasmine loved him for who he was."

"A good ruler would never make decisions based on love," Damian asserted with a scowl.

"It's just a movie, Dami. No need to be so offended by it. Plus, I know you liked it."

"Did not!" But the slight reddish color that was coming to his cheeks gave away his lie.

"Yeah, whatever. You'll like the next one, for sure. It's about a family of superheroes. Kind of sounds familiar, right?" Dick winked at Damian who merely took a sip of his berry smoothie in response.

Dick hoped that watching The Incredibles would not only give Damian a little insight on how to be a hero, but even more so, how to be a family of heroes. Especially with his father dead, Damian needed to count on the remaining family members no matter how much he disliked the idea.

Dick could tell that Damian was especially enjoying this movie; the wide-eyed expression said it all. Damian tried to hide it, but Dick managed to catch him gazing at the television in anticipation of what would happen next. Damian's excitement finally came to a head in the climactic scene when Damian jumped up from the couch and yelled, "No, you fool! The robot knows about the remote!" Dick laughed and Damian abruptly sat back down, slouching as low into the couch as he could. Dick reached over and patted his shoulder, giving a smile.

"Is this movie the reason you don't like wearing a cape?" Damian asked when it was over. Dick laughed.

"No, I don't like the restricted movement that comes with a cape dragging behind me. You know me, I can't get through a fight without jumping all over the place." Dick gave him a wink as he got up to change the DVD. "Listen, Lil D, you probably don't have to worry about your cape getting snagged on something. It's never happened to any superhero in real life."

"Yet," Damian muttered under his breath.

Dick didn't notice that while he was sorting through the DVDs, Damian had made his way over to the pile as well, now kneeling beside him, looking curiously at all of the DVDs in front of him. He picked up one, The Little Mermaid, inspected it, then tossed it aside. He picked up another, Tarzan, looked it over, and then put that one down as well.

"You want to pick the next one, Dami?" Dick asked. Damian didn't answer him but instead picked up The Lion King and examined the case. He didn't notice the strange, uncomfortable look on Dick's face.

"What is this one about?" Damian demanded.

"Err, well, the prince of the lion pride has to get revenge on his uncle after he takes over the kingdom."

"So, the plot of Hamlet then."

"Yeah, I guess. Hamlet with singing lions," Dick said uneasily. It wasn't that he didn't like The Lion King. In fact, he loved it. It was just that one scene….

"This one, then." Damian said as he opened the case and put the disc into the DVD player. They settled back onto the couch and Dick mentally prepared himself for what was to come. Meanwhile, a mask of indifference had once again settled on Damian's face. As "Circle of Life" began to play, Dick wondered if he should warn Damian about Mufasa's death. After all, his own father had just died. He eventually settled on not telling him and let the movie play out.

When the stampede scene finally came around, Dick noticed Damian's eyes go as wide with horror as Simba's did. They watched as Simba desperately tried to run through the stampede and make it to safety. When Mufasa showed up, Damian relaxed a bit. Surely the bigger lion would not let his son be squished. But then, the unspeakable happened.

Mufasa was falling. And Simba was watching, helpless to do anything.

Dick stood high above the crowd, watching his parents swing through the air on their trapezes, the proudest smile on his face. Any second now his mother was going to reach out her arms to him and he was going to take her hands and join them.

He heard a snap. His eyes shot up to the wire holding up the trapeze that both his mother and father were currently on. His eyes widened in horror as the rope snapped. He called out to his parents, trying to warn them, but it was too late.

His parents were falling. And he was watching, helpless to do anything.

Dick squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rid himself of the memory, but as soon as it was gone, a new one replaced it.

Superman holding Batman's lifeless, tattered body. Bruce's body. His father's body. Once again he'd been unable to do anything to stop it.

Dick couldn't hold back the tears that sprang to his eyes. Knowing that Damian would berate him for crying, he stood up and left the room, making the excuse that he was going to refill his smoothie. Dick did refill his smoothie using the leftovers that were still in the blender from the last time he and Damian had requested refills from Alfred, then sat at the table, staring blankly ahead, not even touching his drink.

When he was younger, and his parents' deaths were still fresh in his mind, he couldn't get through The Lion King without sobbing. He still remembered the first time he'd watched it after Bruce had taken him in. Alfred and Bruce had bought him a bunch of Disney movies, hoping to make him feel more at home. They hadn't realized what effect this particular movie would have on him at that point. He still remembered the way he'd cried and cried into Bruce's shirt until he had no more tears left, screaming about how Simba didn't deserve what had happened to him and how if he ever met Scar he'd kill him. Bruce had let him cry, trying to tell him that "Simba" would be okay, but they both knew he wasn't talking about Simba and they both knew that wasn't true.

Dick looked up when he heard footsteps in the kitchen. His eyes followed Damian as he crossed the length of the room to the counter, refilled his own smoothie, then sat down across from Dick, looking down at his lap.

"You okay, Dami?" Dick asked.

"I don't think I like that movie," Damian said quietly. Dick offered him a sad smile.

"It gets happier," he said. "It's actually a really good movie."

"What idiot would trust someone named Scar?" Damian hissed angrily.

"Well, he is Simba's uncle," Dick said with a laugh.

"That idiotic cub should have died in his father's place for his imprudence." Damian was silent for a moment, looking down at his hands. "He did not deserve to die." And Dick realized that Damian wasn't talking about Simba anymore. He got up from his chair and moved to the chair right next to Damian and wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders, pulling him against his side. Damian tensed up, but didn't try to push him away.

"No, he didn't," Dick agreed, "but there was nothing either of us could have done to save your father. You know that, Damian."

Dick removed his arm from Damian's shoulders and they sat together in silence for a few more minutes, occasionally taking sips from their smoothies. Finally, Dick asked, "Well, we could finish The Lion King, get to the happy parts, or we could watch something different. It's up to you, Dami."

"Let's… watch something different," Damian said after a moment of thinking and they made their way back into the living room, once again kneeling down in front of the pile of DVDs. Dick watched Damian as he sifted through the pile, pushing aside any of the movies he deemed uninteresting (most of which seemed to be the traditional princess movies, Dick noted), finally pausing when he picked up Oliver and Company. After looking at the picture on the front, he flipped it over to read the synopsis.

"Oh, you'll love this one, Dami," Dick said. Damian looked up at Dick with a doubtful expression on his face. Usually anytime Dick said that Damian would enjoy something, he ended up not enjoying it. "Trust me on this one." Making an executive decision, Dick took the case from him and inserted the disc into the DVD player.

They continued watching movies well throughout the day. Dick suspected that Damian was enjoying himself more than he let on and had even said that watching Oliver and Company was an "adequate way to spend one's time." As night began to fall, Damian's eyelids started to droop and it became harder for him to focus on the movies. It wasn't long before he fell asleep entirely in the middle of Finding Nemo. When Dick was sure he was asleep, he took to running his fingers through the boy's hair, careful not to wake him. When Finding Nemo was over, he carefully picked up his sleeping brother and carried him upstairs to his bedroom and tucked him into bed.

Before heading to back down to the cave to go out on patrol, Dick leaned down and kissed Damian's forehead. "Goodnight, Lil D." He made his way to the door and stopped before turning off the lights. "Now that we've got you watching these movies, I think a trip to Disney World might be in order." He grinned to himself, already planning the trip in his mind, then flicked off the light and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Well, I have had this written for years now, so it's nice to finally have it published.

Like I said, I have a lot of these written and a lot more planned. If you have any ideas of "firsts" for Damian, feel free to let me know and if it's not something I've already thought of, I'll see if I can add it to my list!

Hopefully tomorrow (or sometime in the next few days), I'll be posting Robin's First Easter. As far as other updates go, I'm hoping to update at least every other week. Once the semester ends I should hopefully have more time so updates might be sooner over the summer.