Alfred led them down the hall in his usual efficient silence. Danyal was still making small, soft noises in Damian’s arms, his eyes wandering across the walls and lights as though everything was new.
Jon stayed close beside them.
Alfred stopped at the door directly across from Damian’s own room.
“Here we are,” he said, opening it.
Damian and Jon both paused.
It was a nursery.
Not a simple one either. The room was dark, elegant, and clearly designed with a specific aesthetic in mind. The crib was the first thing Damian noticed. Round, carved from deep black wood, polished to a shine.
Black lace curtains hung around it like a canopy.
The rug was dark blue, matching the curtains. A white couch sat against one wall beside a changing table already stocked with supplies. Towels, wipes, lotion, diapers, small folded onesies.
Inside the crib lay a dark blue blanket patterned with small stars and a matching pillow. A small bat plush sat against the side.
Jon let out a stunned breath. “Wow.”
Danyal made a high, excited squeak in response, his eyes wide.
Damian frowned slightly. “Where did all of this come from.”
Alfred folded his hands behind his back. “It was your father’s nursery, Master Damian. I retrieved it from the attic and restored it while you were in the cave.”
Jon looked around the room again, slower this time, taking in every detail. “It’s… really nice.”
Danyal babbled softly, reaching out with his small hands as if trying to grab the air itself.
Damian exhaled and handed him to Jon. “Show him the room. He is clearly interested.”
Jon nodded eagerly. “Come on, little guy. Let’s see everything.”
While Jon walked around with Danyal, showing him the wall paintings and pointing out the window, Damian stayed with Alfred.
“I assume everything required for care is here,” Damian said.
“Yes,” Alfred replied. “I took the liberty of restocking supplies. If anything is missing, I will arrange for it.”
Damian nodded once, appreciating the efficiency.
Behind him, Jon continued quietly narrating. “And here are the curtains. And this is the window. Look, you can see the garden from here. Do you like the colors.”
Danyal babbled in response, clearly pleased.
Jon approached the crib. “Let’s see how you like this. Just for a moment.”
He set Danyal gently in the crib. The baby wiggled immediately, attempting to grab the blanket with uncoordinated hands. His legs kicked in small, excited bursts.
Jon laughed quietly. “You like it, huh.”
Damian walked over, now done speaking with Alfred. He watched as Danyal rolled slightly to the side, making a soft sound of approval. Jon adjusted the pillow and straightened the blanket.
“Should we tuck him in,” Jon asked.
“Yes,” Damian said. “He needs rest.”
It took only a moment. The instant Damian’s hands guided him still, Danyal let out a small noise of protest, but it faded quickly. His eyes drooped. His breathing slowed.
Within a minute, he was asleep.
Jon leaned over the crib rail. “He’s out.”
Damian stood beside him, arms folded lightly. “He exhausts himself quickly.”
Jon smiled faintly. “He’s a baby.”
They both watched Danyal for another quiet moment, the room still except for the slow rise and fall of the baby’s chest.
Alfred waited by the door, giving them their time.
Finally, Damian stepped back. “We should let him rest.”
Jon nodded. “Yeah. Goodnight, little guy.”
Damian added softly, “Goodnight, Danyal.”
They left the nursery together, closing the door behind them.
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The Egg Of A Robin
FanfictionWhen Damian Wayne and Jon Kent stumble across a massive, robin's egg-blue... well, egg, their first instinct isn't to call Batman or Superman it's to keep it. Obviously. Totally convinced it's a rare endangered species (and totally not wanting anyon...
