It’s been a few weeks since Damian Wayne, the infant son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, was brought to the Wayne Manor. Despite the tension surrounding his arrival, everyone has been trying to adjust to the sudden addition to their family. Bruce, having raised his other children under very different circumstances, is unsure how to handle a baby, while the others, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, and Alfred Pennyworth..have stepped in to help, each bringing their own unique touch to the situation.

The family has gathered in the living room, and the normally grand space has been rearranged to make room for Damian. A crib, toys, and baby essentials are now scattered around the room. Bruce, still not entirely comfortable with the situation, is sitting in an armchair across from Alfred, who’s holding Damian.

Bruce: quietly, to Alfred “He’s... different than I expected.”

Alfred: smiling gently “Master Damian has had quite the start in life, Master Wayne. But he is still just a child. It will take time to adjust, but I have no doubt he will fit right in, given the opportunity.”

As Bruce gazes at his son, Damian stirs slightly in Alfred’s arms, letting out a soft gurgle. The others in the room. Dick, Tim, and Jason are observing the scene, some more comfortable than others with the situation.

Dick: grinning as he approaches “He’s so small... but I can already tell he’s going to be trouble. You can see it in his eyes.”

Tim: running a hand through his hair, more serious “He’s been through a lot, Dick. Give him time.”

Jason: leaning against the doorway, arms crossed “Yeah, well, time's not really our luxury, is it? But, for now, at least he’s not crying. I’d say that’s progress.”