what mothers do || Damian Wayne
Note: I think I've done something similar in the first book under the title Bonding, but not with a pregnant Batmom :) so here you go!
tagging: @aquawomxn @cas-backwards-tie
"This is your wife?" The last word was nothing more than a spat when it slipped out of the boy's lips whom you knew as Damian. Bruce's biological son.
The way he looked at you was like he despised you, which he probably did despite the fact the two of you just met. He didn't know you just like you didn't know him, but he couldn't drop the loathing look on his face, it was making you nervous. Mainly, because he almost had the exact same features as your husband's, then again, he was his son.
Still, it didn't stop you to flash a genuine smile at him. You've heard about it all, you weren't mad, you understand. You carefully lowered yourself onto your knees, careful with the little bundle of joy in your stomach as you get to Damian's eyes level so you could speak properly.
"Yes, I am (Y/n) Wayne," you offered him your hand kindly, attempting to have a proper introduction while he just stared at it with a scowl as if your hand was dirty. "I hope we get along."
There was some silence between you and him while the two men (Alfred and Bruce) were watching your interactions with the boy not bothering to say a word since they didn't want to interrupt.
"Tell me," Damian started, he didn't shake your hand so you decided to lower it instead and the smile on your face didn't face or twitch which confuse the boy a little bit. "What you usually do?"
"Doing chores, cook, gardening, helping Bruce with the Enterprises, helping Alfred---"
Damian shook his head as he cut you off, "besides that?"
You hummed in thought then chirp, "none!"
Your answer only made his frown deepened, you heard him scoff and muttered something under his breath, he then gave you a simple nod just to he polite before leaving the cave with Alfred following behind (he excused himself) since he still needed to show the boy's room.
When he was out of the cave, you stood back on your feet with Bruce's help. "You know, he kind of reminded me of someone."
Your husband looked at you and you returned the gesture, he had his hand resting on your lower back to keep you steady as he rubbed his thumb in slow circles through the fabric of your shirt, "who?"
"He's just like you," you snorted before dragging him out of the cave by his hand, a yawn left your dry lips, "hard to crack."
"What does that even mean, Love?" He grunted as he followed you easily with his long legs.
You'd be lying if you said that it was easy to talk to Damian, he'd either avoid you or ignore your presence, it worsens when he found out you were pregnant (by himself). If he did talk, he would call you by your last name--- (L/n)--- and would only ask about Bruce's or Alfred's whereabouts then left wordlessly as soon as the name of the place was heard.
It upsets you, he was even harder to get closer to than Bruce, yet it didn't drop your spirit. You even made it your mission, when you told your husband about it he only chuckled and gently pat your back as he told you good luck.
On the other hand, Damian had mixed feelings between bothered and amused towards your behavior. He thought it was just because you wanted to welcome him by babying him, even though he didn't want to, with things he never got from Talia. A new set of clothes you bought when you were out, homemade foods, movie nights, taking care of him when he's sick, just being a mother. But you weren't, it was just how you did things. When he met Dick, the oldest Wayne boy, he asked if you always acted annoying which Dick immediately answered with a confident yes.
The constant ignoring he gave you didn't drive you away from him, instead, it made you even more determined. He could see it in your eyes every time you were sitting by his side, telling stories about your husband--- and his father--- he had never known.
Unknown to him, he was slowly opening up, he didn't ignore you as much as he used to and would subconsciously crack a small smile when you tell a joke. The tone he used also got softer, he still called you by your name but who were you to complain? It was more than enough.
Until a certain word slipped out of his mouth when he got back from patrol and was getting ready to sleep. Your hand was stroking his dark locks gently after you tucked him in.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked.
"This," he gestured to your hand and the empty glass of milk on his nightstand, he was exhausted, yet he kept his eyes open until he got the answers.
"Ah, your mother never did this?" You inquired, the question slipped out of your mouth before you could even realize, it wasn't wrong for you to question it seeing he had never told you about it, then again you didn't want to force him. "You don't have to answer," you added.
He shook his head slowly, "I used most of my time practicing with her," he yawned, sleepy tear brimming in one of his eyes before he rubbed it with his fist.
"With me, you can and you must slow down with your practices," you leaned down, placing a motherly kiss on his forehead.
Damian only responded with a nod, he remembered, the first time you kissed his forehead he practically jumped out of the bed because of the sudden contact, now he welcomed it. Not like he was going to tell you.
"Say," he caught your attention once more as you get off the bed, "can I," he hesitated, causing you to tilt your head, waiting patiently. "Can I call you mom?"
You froze in your place, staring at him with an expression he couldn't read making him worry inwardly that he had said something wrong. A huge ass grin then broke across your face, you were beaming at him as you sat back down on the bed.
"Yes! Please do, Damian!"
"Okay," a blush was covering his tan cheeks slightly as he averted his eyes, "Mom."
Since that day, he called you mom. Sometimes mommy would slip when he was feeling clingy and when nobody was around, it was so out of character of him, especially when he told you he was jealous of the baby in your stomach. He looked so cute with the littlest pout that formed on his lips.
"When she'll be born?" He asked, his hand rested on your swollen belly.
"When you came she was four months, oh! It's next month!" You gasped, "she'll be here soon, Damian!"
You were so wrong when you thought the scowl on his face couldn't be more evident, the crease between his browbones deepened as he stared at the soon to be his half-sister--- your stomach.
"Damian, it may be only had been five months since we met but I know you," you pressed, your tone was like a mother scolding his son. Then again, he was your son too, in a way. "Are you afraid that I'll put the baby's needs first before you?"
Damian only answered with a grunt that you took as a yes.
A soft laugh left your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug while Damian shyly returned the embrace. He liked how warm you were, the warmth he almost never gets from Talia.
"Even when the baby is here, I won't love you less. You're still my kid too, Dami."
"I know, Mom," he whispered out his answer.
"I see, the two of you get along just fine," Bruce walked into the living room, he just got back from the Enterprises with Alfred following behind him.
Both men weren't as shocked as the first time they saw you feed Damian when he was sick and the first time he called you mom, they were honestly impressed, seeing how much the boy loathed you back then. They were the only ones that noticed the glares he sent your way when you weren't looking, they knew how much food that Damian had thrown away since you were the one who made them.
"You told me to get along with her, so I did," The boy in your arms grumbled, not bothering to look at his father, his eyes were focusing on the show you were watching.
"Of course, son," Bruce looked at Alfred who had the exact same amused look on his face.
You looked at your husband over your shoulder, beaming at him as you spoke, "say, since the baby is going to be here soon, why don't we discuss a name?"
