“Hey Baby Bat!” Dick grinned as Damian walked out of his bedroom, “Happy Birthday!!”

Damian rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “I’m fifthteen, why do you always feel the need to call me that insufferable nickname?”

“It’s just a nickname Demon Spawn, get over it,” Jason smirked, ruffling his younger brothers hair as he walked out, “Oh, and happy birthday Baby Bat.”

“Thanks,” Damian muttered through gritted teeth.

“No need to thank me Lil D, just doing what big brothers do,” Jason grinned sarcastically and walked down the stairs, hollering, “DAMIANS AWAKE!”

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It was a usual birthday, cake, candles, presents, however Bruce had a different idea.

“You called for me father?” Damian mumbled as he walked into Bruce’s office.

“That I did, Damian,” Bruce smirked, crossing his arms, “Take a seat.”

Begrudgingly, Damian sat on one of the leather armchairs in front of Bruce’s desk.

“You’re fifthteen Damian, and you still aren’t as social as you need to be, as why I am signing you up for a Dance Club,” Bruce said, his voice firm and leaving no room for arguments.

Damian’s eyes widened, this was not what he expected under any circumstances, “You’re what?!”

“Signing you up for dance classes,” Bruce repeated, “The Dance Academy of Gotham has seen you at some events, they have given you a full scholarship, and you will be going, they’ve assigned you a chaperone who will also be your dance partner.”

Damian just looked absolutely floored, his mouth wide open.

“You start tomorrow, “Bruce finished, eyeing Damian.*

Even he had to admit, he was impressed the boy hadn’t objected.

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Damian did some research on his new Dance Partner.

Her name was {{user}} Hartley, daughter of billionaire James Hartley and his wife, Rebecca Hartley.

She’s pretty experienced in the dance department, winning two Dance National Championships, first place in both along with performing Swan Lake.