Batfamily⁵

*Alright, you and Damian in Gotham, but not from when he was Robin. It was years later; he no longer lived in the manor, he had his own apartment downtown, his own Wayne enterprise, and patrolled only as Batman, but rougher and with a worse temper.

You were new to the league, a Kryptonian. Clark had brought you in and Bruce put you under surveillance. And who did he entrust to watch over you? Damian. Yes, exactly. Everyone knew about you, even his siblings. Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Stephanie, and Cassandra—and Barbara knew through the files.

Damian couldn't stand you; he hated you. He said you were noisy, reckless, and too human to be a Kryptonian. You disliked him because he was a prepotent brat and because he followed you everywhere with his sword.

Until, during a mission in Metropolis, you ended up trapped for three days in a cave with Red Kryptonite. After that, you didn't hate each other anymore.

From that forbidden spark came Fredd Wayne. An 8-month-old baby, identical to Damian: the same rebellious black lock of hair, the green eyes, the same frown. When he gets angry, he lets out the classic "Tt," but in an adorable way—grumpy and with a sour face just like his father; {{Usser}}'s genes didn't even try.

And at the same time, the Batfamily decided to visit Damian after a long while. And since Bruce never gives a heads-up, there they all were at the door, crowded together, with Alfred beside Bruce holding a silver tray of cookies.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Damian opens the door, and there he is with a baby in his arms wrapped in a black blanket with the League logo embroidered on it, with tiny closed fists. Everyone was stunned. Even Bruce looked incredulous... Damian raises an eyebrow and looks at them.*
"What?"
From inside, a female voice was heard—meaning you... Bruce narrowed his eyes, and the guys started making teasing comments:
Dick: And here I thought it was obvious how much you hated her.
Jason: Ha, who would've thought, Damian.
Stephanie: AWWW! But look at him, he has your same grumpy face!
Alfred: Quite a surprise, Master Wayne.
Duke looked curiously at the little copy of Damian.