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Bed Save
Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian
Summary: Damian waddles into his parents and climbs onto their bed. He tries to wake up Bruce as he stands up. He slips and was about to fall onto the ground but gets saved as Bruce catches him by the foot. Damian then wants to do it again as he sits in his father’s lap
Damian waddles into his parents room to see them still asleep. Bruce has his arm slumped against your waist. Damian grips onto the sheets before heaving himself up and lies on his stomach. He crawls towards his father before poking him. "Papa." Time to shake Bruce. "Papa."
Damian looks over to his mother shifting to lay on your side towards him and Bruce. "Papa." Damian stands up to start moving his arms and legs a bit. He loses his footing and slips off the bed.
Before he could hit the ground, something wraps around his ankle, making him hang above the ground. He gets pulled up back onto the bed with Alfred walking in with a tray. "Mister Wayne, it's time to-"
"I'm awake." Bruce cuts him off with his wife waking up and Damian in his lap. "Again! Papa, again!" Alfred nods before he puts the tray down and leaving the room. "Did Damian come in again?" you shift your head to look at your husband. "Yeah."
"Did he almost fall off the bed again?"
"Yeah." Damian crawls out of Bruce's lap and lays down in front of you. "Hi, Mama." He says before crawling under the covers and snuggling into her body. "Hi, Damian." you says back before closing your eyes. "Do I get to go back to sleep?" Bruce looks down at his wife and son. "No. You have work to do." you answer before falling back asleep completely.
Eat
Pairing: Bruce x F!Reader x Toddler!Damian
Summary: Damian starts to shove crackers into Bruce’s mouth and continues to tell him to eat with yourself agreeing
Bruce sits down on a red chair in the lounge, sighing tiredly after finishing up a mission. Small footsteps and a plastic bag rustling makes him tilt his head to see his toddler son.
Damian sets the box of crackers next to his father before climbing up Bruce’s legs to settle on his lap. The toddler grabs the box as Bruce puts his hands up against Damian’s back to support him so he doesn’t fall off.
“Eat.” Damian shoves the box against Bruce’s chest. “No, Damian. They’re your crackers.” The small Wayne shoves the box again. “Eat.” He reaches into the box and pulls out a cracker, placing it on top of Bruce’s lips.
Bruce doesn’t see a way out, so he opens his mouth and accepts the cracker. Damian starts to pull out another a cracker and tells Bruce to do the same thing. “Thanks, but no thanks, Damian. I’ve already eaten.”
“Bullshit.” Both the Wayne’s turn their heads to see you leaning against one of the many door frames connected to the lounge from watching the two. “Daddy hasn’t eaten.” you walk towards the two and settles next to your husband and son.
Damian wiggles his way off of his father and settles on his mother’s lap. You wrap your arms around Damian and leans your chin against his demon onesie covered head. “He’s not the only one telling you to eat.”
“Who else is ther-?”
“Myself and Alfred. You and the other three boys don’t eat as much.”
“Because there’s cri-”
“Crime to be taken care of. I know. Now it’s either you eat these crackers or I’m going to cook you something real nasty.” you give him a stern look. “Whatever you try to cook, it turns out good.”
“You’ll sleep on the couch for a month. And we all know how real uncomfortable they are to sleep on.” Damian throws the box of crackers at his father’s chest. “Papa. Eat.”
Another box of crackers whacks the back of Bruce’s head. The three of them see Alfred standing with his arms at the sides of his body and a proud smirk on his face. “Your son is right, Mr. Wayne. Eat.”
More boxes of crackers get thrown at Bruce. “Why is there so many crackers?!”