Damian wasn't much older than one when he arrived at the Wayne Manor.
Talia had forgotten to mention his birthday when she parted with cryptic words about a gift in her last meeting with Bruce, "Don't let him cramp your style." she had said with a wistful smile before jumping into a helicopter and disappearing from view in a matter of seconds.
Bruce had expected trouble – the deadly kind – he had no idea what to think of this.
Alfred instantly ordered Bruce to suck it up and get his shit together, for fuck sake. Those precise words never came out of the butler's mouth, of course, but that would be how Jason told Dick it happened, much to Bruce's dismay.
But Bruce did try to "suck it up", even well aware of how horrible he was with children.
With Dick it had been easy because Dick was an easy child to deal with, he laughed, talked about everything that bothered him, and yet Bruce had driven him away. Now he wouldn't go a full day without arguing with Jason, how was he supposed to raise Damian? Still he tried taking the boy to his office and sitting him atop of his desk and giving him paper and crayons.
At first, he'd just watch Damian, waiting to see what his son would draw, but Damian stared right back at him with his mother's eyes, because they were Talia's even if they were blue.
Bruce had never thought a one year old could look that judgmental.
Trying to hold the boy turned out to be even worse, the baby would scowl and fight his way out of his dad's arms every time Bruce tried to pick him up. He never cried, though.
Alfred would sigh, grumbling about contraception methods and parenting books as he took the squirming boy out of Bruce's arms.
Whenever the butler would speak, Damian would stop and listen, it was a pretty unbelievable sight how the boy would pay so much attention, it made Bruce feel wildly jealous.
Jason nearly lost it at the news of a younger brother and kept away from Damian from the moment the kid came in through the door, Bruce got the silent treatment at all times outside of patrol.
And then there was Dick. He'd been ignoring Bruce completely since their last argument, but would still take Alfred's calls. Jason swore up and down that at the same second Alfred said the words "new brother", Dick barged in through the door receiver still in hand, cord dragging behind him.
Alfred would never admit it, but he got misty-eyed at the sight of Dick kneeling in front of Damian and extending a hand "Hello, I'm Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick. And you are?"
Damian stared at Dick's hand for a long moment, then grabbed his forefinger and glanced up at his big brother's face. Dick smiled and for the first time, Damian smiled right back.
It would've been a perfect sight if Jason hadn't been making gaging noises in the corner.
A/N.: I actually managed to write a drabble! (511 words are still a drabble, right? RIGHT?), but of course, now I can't stop thinking about the plot so there'll probably be other drabbles.
Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do
I am in love with this baby... He's such a little shit, you don't even know