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“I can’t do that, Damian. You did this to yourself when you refused an order on patrol.” He reiterated hoping that repeating the reason every time he was fussy would finally have it sink it. You did this to yourself.” He emphasized once again At one point in the fussing, pulling and demanding Bruce toyed with the idea of giving him a light smack on his butt to show him that he was in no position to make demands, though he quickly shook the idea from his mind with a passing thought “No. he’s only going to be more defiant.” He thought to himself.
Resigning himself to simply holding the fussy boy in place Bruce actually raised a brow in slight surprise seeing the boy tucker himself out so quickly, though they did just come from a a rather dangerous mission. A small smile spreading over his face Bruce soon after lifted his son straight into his arms using one arm to support his back while another was planted under his diapered bottom, even giving it a few gentle pats as he held the diapered boy in his arms for a few minutes, smiling down at him seeing the drool fall from his mouth. “You know.” He whispered to the sleeping boy as he held him close. “You’ve always been cuter when you’re asleep.” He continued chuckling to himself holding his youngest close to him for a few seconds more before he switched up how he was holding him, using a free hand to pull the covers back before gently laying the thickly padded boy in bed, pulling the covers up over him and planting a small kiss to his forehead. Goodnight, son.” He whispered. Sitting on the side of his sons bed Bruce watched as he slept peacefully after which he stood up and made his way out of the room, leaving the door open just a crack, in case his little man needed him.
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