For not the first time you were held in Damian's arms, this was so incredibly dumb, you didn't need to be babysat, let alone by the youngest Batfamily member, the others were out but Damian had stayed behind to watch you, so there you laid on the couch, all but draped over him, some mindless cartoon played in the background, as he balanced a book on your back, reading, one he probably thought was way above your comprehension, they were all like this, you were the baby of the family, younger than Damian so it was hard to be thought of as a big kid, this sucked. You squirmed, trying to escape his grasp but he tightened his arms.

"Where are you going?"

He questions, speaking in a way he only does to animals, sometimes you wished he loved them more than you so you would have a better chance of escaping.