The Baby Bird Of The Batfamily (Private with PaddedCatBoy)

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Bruce was completely out of breath by the time he and his young ward had made it back to the Batcave, tonights mission having been a huge failure. The head of the Wayne household huffed and pulled the dark cowl of his head, his face covered in a mixture of blood and sweat. “Damian.” He called out in his gruff voice, looking back at his son who he had to save from certain death only moments earlier. “You deliberately disobeyed my orders and almost got yourself killed!” The capes crusader spoke, his voice rising until it was a thunderous boom all throughout the large cave. Bruce hadn’t been this angry with Damian since he had arrived here as an angry hell raiser, it seems he still had some hell raiser in him. Bruce stepped deeper into the cave, plopping himself into the large chair that sat in front of the Batcoomputer, a large sigh escaping past his tired lips as he laid back in the chair, trying to think of the proper punishment for his sons disobedience.

“You say you’re old enough to fight crime alongside me but you still act like a small child.” He continued though this time in a far less angry tone of voice. “.... A small child.” He repeated, his dark eyes suddenly flickering with an idea, something that would finally put the angry boy in his place. “Okay.... Here’s what we’re going to do.” He spoke standing back up and looking down at his youngest. “You’re going to go to your room and get cleaned up and once I’m done here I’ll meet you in your room, understood?” He asked putting on his bed serious ‘dad’ voice. “When I get up there we’ll discuss your punishment and what I plan to do about your attitude problem while we’re out patrolling.” He continued moving closer to his son, pulling the boy into a tight hug, looking down at his short boy. “I just want you to know I love you, son and I don’t want you to lose your life.” He explained in a moment of allowing his guard down and speaking truthfully. “Now go upstairs, I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.” He repeated, a small smile spreading over his face, Damian was definitely his son, tonight was full proof of that.

Damian was not the least bit ashamed at what he did. "Father! If you wouldnt have stopped me, both Joker and Harley would be locked up in Arkham!" He spat at his dad. His face was a complete mess of wounds and sweat. Damian let out an annoyed groan and sigh as he heard his fathers orders. "Punishment?! I did nothing wrong, father!" He fussed. Soon he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Yes father, ill go get cleaned up.." He said. The little bird ran upstairs to the bathroom where he quickly showered. He finished not long after and walked to his room, changing into his pajamas. The boy waited patiently for his dad to enter his room.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Watching his son march upstairs to clean himself up Bruces smirk fell from his face, replaced with a logo of seriousness and slight anger. He certainly saw a lot of himself in Damian and yet, with that came unchecked arrogance in him, as evidenced by his lack of remorse for the danger he put the two of them in tonight. “Damian. Bruce called out just as the boy was about to exit the cave. “You’re being punished for unnecessarily putting us both in harms way tonight.” He called out to him only to start working on his own issues from tonights mission. Bruce waited for his son to be gone from the cave before he gave a long sigh and began to remove the bat suit completely. Taking a moment to examine him for any severe wounds Bruce looked at each wound carefully before being satisfied, confident in the knowledge that he wasn’t going to need anything more then a few bandages, the head of household decided to follow his sons lead making sure the cave was locked down for the night first, of course.

Bruce took care of himself rather quickly, showering and getting himself into a clean pair of clothes in under a few minutes. The few minutes he had given himself in the shower did give him time to think more clearly about the punishment he had planned for his son. “Damian thinks he’s too much of an adult to listen to me. I’ll have to show him why he’s wrong.” He thought to himself exiting the bathroom that led right into his room and headed straight for his walk-in closet. “I’m sure I still have them here somewhere.” He muttered to himself searching all through the closet until he spotted the exact box he was after, a box labeled ‘Gothams best: Day and Night diapers.’ “There it is. I knew these were still here.” Back when he had first adopted Dick the poor boy had terrible night terrors that at times had lasting-affects that made him have accidents in the morning, this was the billionaires solution.

Bruce found himself thinking on the past all while marching himself out of the closet and the room, box in hand, heading straight to his sons bedroom. “Damian?” He called out walking straight into his room, quickly hiding the box behind his back as he entered. “I’ve thought it over and you need time to learn that you’re still under my care, as my child.” He spoke pushing the door closed behind him by way of using his foot to push it closed. Once the door was shut fully Bruce made his way to his sons bed setting the large package down onto the bed. “These are going to be yours until further notice.” He stated giving the box a small pat before opening it up and taking out two of the diapers which were both puffy, baby blue and adorned with baby block imagery. Holding the diapers out for his son to see Bruce watched him closely just in case his newfound punishment caused him to explode in anger.

"Father you have lost it!" Damian replied. He began to back away into the furthest corner of his room. "I...i dont need those!" He stuttered. "This is way too harsh of a punishment!" He protested. Soon the boy realized he had no where to run off to. He sighed and walked back to his dad. "How long will i be stuck in these father?" Damian asked. He looked up at his dad with a defeated look on his face. He didnt think things could get worse at all.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

“You lost it when you disobeyed me out on patrol! We could have gotten killed, Damian!” He shot back giving his son a look of anger mixed with disappointment. “You’ve proven that you do need these and I intend to make this punishment stick.” He continued then raised a finger, pointing it to the spot in front of him. “You’ll be in these at least until you can prove to me that you can be the adult you always claim to me.” He responded, the anger on his face slowly melting away into one of merely disappointment in his sons actions. “Until then the bathroom is off limits you.” Bruce added setting the two diapers to the side and placing the box in the ground before, in a rather quick motion, he effortlessly lifted up his son from under his armpits into the air. “Your punishment starts right now, son.” He told him using the word ‘son’ instead of his name in hopes of showing him that he meant business. Bruce sat the boy on the bed, slowly pushing him onto a laying position.

Damian fussed quite a bit as he was picked up and placed on the bed. "Father please i beg you dont!" Damian pleaded. The boy went to struggle and quit as he knew the extent of his fathers wrath. "W..what if i have to m..mess myself?!" He asked.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

Bruce huffed watching the boy squirm as he was sat and subsequently laid onto the bed with how short the boy was Bruce thought he looked almost like an angry toddler, a though that made him chuckle to himself though he quickly pulled himself back to being in ‘serious dad’ mode. As the question was posed to him Bruce thought about it all while letting his hands work on undressing the boy. “Well I guess you’ll have to ask Alfred or I for a change. “ He responded without skipping a beat as he easily pulled the boys pajama bottoms off, his undergarments following soon after. “Now hold still while I grab the... things.” He ordered catching himself and switching out the word ‘diaper’ for a substitute in hopes of saving the boy a bit of embarrassment. The bat dad made a quick motion grabbing both diapers with one hand before using both hands to open each diaper up individually, intending to double diaper the boy given that it was already late. “Up we go.” He commented you himself as he lifted the boys legs up with one hand and sliding the diaper under him, placing the second one on top of the first. “This will make sure you don’t leak tonight.” Bruce commented, remembering all too well what happened when Dick had his first leaky diaper on his bed.

As if he had never stopped doing it Bruce raised both diapers between the boys legs before taping them up simultaneously. “There.” He finally said, an actual smile on his face. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked picking up his son from his laying position before plopping him onto his get though still holding his arms. “I know this is new to you so be careful. I don’t want you t fall.” He explained though he explained it as if he were talking to a toddler, if only to jokingly mess with his youngest.

Damian was fussy throughout the whole ordeal. When the second diaper was taped on he could barely walk due to the thickness. "I demand that you remove these Father!" He said. The boy tried to squirm and struggle as much as he could in his dads arms but couldnt move an inch. "Let me go!" He demanded. All the struggling and fussing tuckered the boy out and he went limp in Bruce's grip. It seemed he had fallen asleep and began to drool in his dads arms.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

“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.

While the bird baby slept, he suckled his thumb while curling up under the covers. He also flodded his diapers fairly well, the wetness being visible on his 2nd diaper. Damian slept soundly throughout the night until morning came. The boy woke up with his thumb still in his mouth. However due to how tired he was he didnt notice at all. Nor did he note that Bruce was on his way to his room.