A baby was his first thought. She's having a baby. That thought was quickly followed by another, far more profound one: she's having Grayson's baby. Damian felt as if he had been cast out into a churning sea. On one hand, he was immensely pleased that Grayson was making an honest attempt at making his relationship with Kean work. On the other, he knew everything was about to change because Kean was having a baby.

For the rest of their lives, Grayson and Kean were linked, bonded together because of the life that they'd mutually helped create. And while he wanted them to be together, wanted them all to be a family, in fact, he just wasn't sure about how he felt about this soon-to-be addition to their little Batclan. He'd only just accepted that he had a mom and dad who loved him, and older brothers who annoyed the ever-loving crap outta him. He simply wasn't sure that he was ready to share Kean with the microscopic being growing inside her belly. No more than he was ready to share Grayson for that matter.

Damian had only recently realized that if Raya Kean was his mom, then Dick Grayson was, without a shadow of a doubt, his dad. Nobody but his dad would bring holy terror down upon a criminal empire for merely having threatened to lay a hand upon him. And nobody but a dad would run to the grocery store after a long night of fighting crime just to get his son ginger ale and saltines. That was just the kind of man that Richard John Grayson was. No matter what emotional baggage he was dealing with, no matter how exhausted he was, he was there for his family. One hundred percent, no questions asked.

The last year had brought about a lot of changes in the once easy going, wisecracking superhero. Grayson had become a much more somber and serious man since Father's death. He had tethered his often times reckless nature and started employing a much more strategic type tactic when he was out on patrol. And even though he still made his quirky and witty remarks, that carefree, playful side that was such a predominant part of his personality, was no longer as prevalent as it had been. It was as if being forced into becoming the patriarch of the family had not only prompted Grayson to finally mature into his adult skin, but convinced him that he was worthy of taking the leadership role that came so naturally to him.

Damian was old enough, and wise enough to know that some of that had also happened because he had taken Father's death personally. Grayson blamed himself for not seeing that the venerable Dark Knight was not physically or mentally up to the task of fighting Darkseid on his own. Grayson's conviction about it having been solely up to him to make sure that Batman got home safe that night and his feeling of having failed to do so caused his personality to take on a darker, colder edge. Because family, Damian had come to realize, meant everything in the world to a man like Grayson.

And Heaven help whoever is foolish enough to threaten a member of the family.

Mother had found out the hard way about what type of man Grayson was. She could not push around and manipulate Grayson as she could Father. He was not blinded by any type of tender feelings for her and could not use him as a means of manipulation. Not that she had not attempted to. Damian had stood in awe, unable to believe that the two people who were not required to protect him, who were not even supposed to fight for him, were, in fact, doing so.

Batman and Robin might be known as the Dynamic Duo, but Kean and Grayson were a force to reckon with when it came to a member of their family being threatened or hurt. Grayson had held the point of his own sword to his mother's throat and told her, in no uncertain terms, that if she ever came near him again that she wouldn't have to worry about Raya ending her, he'd do it himself. It was the first and only time that he'd ever heard Grayson make such a deadly promise.

That was the moment when Damian realized that he was being given a chance at finally having a dad. Bruce Wayne would always be his father, but they simply had not had enough time to forge a true father-son relationship. And while Grayson was certainly never going to replace his father, he was a pretty awesome substitute. Grayson had forged a bond with him when they had been partners. Now he taught him all those things that only a dad could teach to his son.

Grayson loved him without attaching requisites to his love. He was there for him whenever and however he needed. Grayson listened whenever he needed an ear, gave him a shoulder when he needed one, offered him encouragement whenever he doubted himself and his abilities to function as Robin. Much as Kean had chosen to be his mom, Dick had chosen to be his dad. He'd remain his dad until the day that he died.

And for all that Talia al Ghul was his mother; she was nowhere near as amazing as his dad.

His mother wasn't the one who would sneak him out for a late night patrol when he was feeling hemmed in by the four walls of his bedroom. Nor would she drape an arm around his shoulders whenever he was missing Father. His mother couldn't answer any question that he asked her without lying, nor did she speak to him as if he was her son and not one of her subordinates. Talia al Ghul would never allow him to sleep in her bed whenever he was sick or injured. Nor would she try to tease him out of one of his black moods by cracking some lame joke that would have him rolling his eyes more often than not.

His mother would never put up with his surliness, or his explosive temper. She wouldn't patiently wait out one of his tantrums and then suggest that they go grab dinner at his favorite Thai restaurant. She wouldn't listen to any of his problems or ask him his advice about a particular business proposition. She'd certainly never include him in any of the "discussions" she'd had with his Grandfather in the past.

She definitely wouldn't sit and play hours of Mortal Kombat with him. Or sneak him chocolate ice cream with peanut butter cups crumbled on top. She wouldn't take him to the carnival on a school day, or handoff a patrol to Drake just to take him to see that new movie that he'd hinted at wanting to see. She would not think to book weekend mother-son getaways or surprise him with a family campout at the Manor. She certainly would never encourage him to test his hand at sculpting and painting or help him build a car from the frame up. His mother would certainly never support his defense of animal rights or allow him to adopt animals who'd be euthanized otherwise.

She didn't know about his decision to become a vegetarian or that he had rescued a cow from the slaughterhouse simply because it had a bat shape pattern on its face. And that was because Talia al Ghul had never taken the time to actually get to know the child she had her team of scientists create in a test tube.

She knew absolutely nothing about him because she didn't care to know anything about him. Damian Wayne was nothing but a weapon to Talia al Ghul. He was a means to her end objective of seeing Grandfather's longstanding goal of burning Gotham to the ground achieved. And for all that Talia al Ghul liked to claim that she was his mother, she was really nothing more than his egg donor.

It was the exact opposite of Kean and Grayson. They were not having a baby in order to use the child against him, Gotham, or each other. This baby was a representation of the love that they felt for each other, which they'd shared with each other. And they were going to love this child that they had created with every fiber of their being. And he knew that this child was not going to replace him or takeaway from the relationship that he had with either of them. Unlike Talia al Ghul, their hearts were big enough to allow them to love each and every one of their children equally.

It was then that Damian realized that the only thing about his life that was really going to change with this baby's birth was that he was going to become an older brother. He was going to be responsible for teaching this baby all those things that Grayson had taught him. This baby was going to look up to him, was going to rely on him, and was going to need him as he needed Dick.

Suddenly, the idea of this baby wasn't so terrifying. In fact, he was beginning to like the idea the more that he worked it around in his mind. He especially found himself liking the idea of having a baby sister. Particularly if she ended up with that miles wide smile their dad could brandish at the drop of a dime. And got that warm and gentle heart that branded their dad as the hero that he was. And he really liked the idea of a little sister with green eyes like their mom. And who can sing like her, he thought as he turned on his other side and studied the woman sleeping quietly beside him. And he hoped she'd smell like the air after a summer rainstorm.

It was his absolute favorite scent in the whole wide world.

Grayson, you've done good, he said silently as he snuggled in and slowly drifted back to sleep.

A/N: Hello, all, and goodbye!Yup, this is the end of our little journey. I hope that you enjoyed this trip as much as I did. Please, if you liked this story, follow/favorite it!

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