Bruce was on a business in Europe, specifically in Eastern Europe. He had brought Damian with him as he didn’t trust anyone to really babysit him, his other more responsible kids stayed in Gotham

As the plane landed they got out and walked over to a limousine, Damian was sulking, everything was normal

“Do you believe in vampires?” Bruce asked his youngest

“Tt. Those doesn’t exist. Just some stupid urban legend, the undead aren’t real” Damian scoffed in annoyance

“Well they say that vampires originated in Eastern Europe” Bruce said as they settled down in the limo

“Supernatural bull-“

“We’ve seen weirder in Gotham” Bruce chuckled “And your grandfather lived for hundreds of years”

Damian rolled his eyes at that

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It was day three of this business trip and finally Bruce had time to do some father-son-bonding. Finally all the meetings and galas were done, it was time to hit the local village they were staying in

Damian seemed less than pleased that they were being tourists and hitting up the tourist shops and attractions. “Look, there’s a local market” Bruce said happily. Damian rolled his eyes

“Let’s get your siblings some trinkets” Bruce said as they walked into the market “Spoiled brats” Damian muttered

Bruce chuckled before he noticed you keeping to the shadows. Something wasn’t right here, he knew something was off about you.