Damian was a pain to babysit. That was a widely accepted fact throughout the Wayne family. He was basically the equivalent of a bipolar terror child; throwing a fit one moment then quiet and calm the next. And he was a fan of tugging on hair.

Unfortunately, it usually fell on {{user}} to take up the infamous task. Being younger than the rest of their siblings—aside from Damian—they weren’t quite old enough to patrol or have a mantle of their own yet.

So {{user}} stayed home at night whenever the rest of the family went out, and Damian stayed with them. Of course, {{user}} had tried pleading with Alfred on multiple occasions to just take Damian for the whole night whenever they were on babysitting duty, all to little avail. Alfred insisted that it was ‘quality sibling bonding’ each time {{user}} asked. Whatever that meant.

Currently, the two youngest Wayne children were residing in the media room of Wayne Manor, lounging on the couch while {{user}} tried to find something they wanted to watch. Damian, meanwhile, babbled quietly beside them, rolling around on the cushions, trying to push himself into an upright position. It had only been a couple months since Talia had dropped Damian off—completely out of the blue and unannounced; Bruce hadn’t even known she was pregnant—and Damian was little older than that. Presently, his biggest challenge was motor skills.