The Baby Bird Of The Batfamily (Private with PaddedCatBoy)

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

“Shhhh Damian we’re down here to get breakfast.” Bruce shushed giving the blushing boy a gentle pat on his back almost entirely ignoring his demand to be set onto the floor. His attention was focused on the large breakfast spread out on the kitchen table. When he was just about ready to sit down with the baby bird still in his arms is when he felt it, the childs fussy squirming which soon escalated into an angry scream or tantrum as Bruce saw it. “I already told you this is your punishment until you show you can act like an adult.” Bruce countered, his cheerful fatherly mood disappearing the moment he began to feel the soft kicks and smacks from the baby bird. “Damian!” He admonished as the boy began to scream-rant with a few colorful expletives mixed in which surprised the bat-dad, even when he had first arrived as a little killer he had refrained from using such language. “That’s it!” He finally stomped a foot in hopes of snapping the boy out of his tantrum. “I see now you need a real lesson in what I’m trying to teach you, baby bird.” Holding his son tightly to ensure he couldn’t get away Bruce marched back to his sons room entering it and pushing the door closed before going to Damians bed and sitting down with him in his lap. “This is for your own good.” He told his son before laying him across his lap, holding him down with one hand, raising his free hand up and bringing it down onto the boys poofy bottom with a hard smack. “You’ve been giving me trouble since this started!” He lectured as he continued to spank his squirming son. “I’m not dealing with this everyday and you’re going to learn that your actions have real consequences.” Continuing to lecture him as the spanking continued. Bruce continued to lecture and spank the boy for a full fifteen minutes before finally letting up. Standing up silently Bruce took the boy straight to the far corner of his room before setting him down in it. “Now you’re going to stay here and not move a muscle or you’ll be punished with another one.” He warned referring to the spanking he had just received. “I’m going to take a few things downstairs and you better be in the same spot when I return.” He added picking up the impromptu diaper pail box holding it in one hand while the other he used to open the door. “Not one move.” With a third and final warning Bruce was gone, finally heading out to dispose of the box that was filled with the baby birds dirty diapers.

[PaddedCatBoy]

Damian was absolutely in shock at his fathers reaction to his tantrum. However no one could tell as Bruces spanking made him a crying, drooling mess. His apologies were in audible as his cries and the spanks made them difficult to hear. When the spanking finished and he was placed in the corner, the boys face and bottom were redder than a cherry. He was covered in tears and drool and was a sniffling whimpering mess. The boy obeyed his fathers orders by standing in the corner completely still. However that did not stop him from absolutely flooding his diaper. He waited patiently for his fathers return.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

As Bruce made his way down the hall box in hand he couldn’t help but feel just a tiny bit bad about spanking his son even if he had certainly deserved It for the way he melted down at being taken downstairs, diaper and all. Not even bothering to rush Bruce racked his mind about what to do now that it was clear Damian had been acting more and more like a little boy then a little crime fighter, coming up with one solution in particular. “If he’s not ready to be mature I’ll just have to plan accordingly.” He thought to himself his inner monologue being interrupted as he bumped straight into Alfred the butler looking to Bruce then down at the offending box. “I need you to throw this away for me.” He spoke receiving only a nod in response and the trusted butler was off. By the time he had returned Bruce had a little list in hand, something to get this new phase of the punishment started. “I’ll also need you to pick up a few things for me, Alfred. “. Handing him the list the kind butler only nodded once more “Right away, sir.” Was all that was said before Bruce watched the butler depart without question. That little hiccup taken care of Bruce turned back around, intending to go check on his cornered baby bird.

The walk back seemed easier for Bruce as he had finally figured out exactly what to do about Damian and he wasted no time making his way back, hoping to at least see these orders followed. When it finally managed to make it back to the baby birds room he was surprised to see Damian still in corner, tears and all. Walking over to him Bruce noticed almost immediately the flood that the baby bird was now dealing with. “Damian.” Bruce called out to him only to gently turn the whimpering boy around to face him. “Come on. Let’s get you changed.” He spoke softly scooping the soaked baby into his arms carrying him back to his bed laying him down without another word. Bruce the silent for the majority of the change only speaking to his son when he had finished “All done.” He commented only to sit on the bed beside him transferring him from the bed straight onto his fathers lap he looked down at him for a few seconds before speaking. “Your disobedient attitude and your meltdown in the kitchen made me realize you’re not mature enough to be Robin.” He stated looking at his son with a rather serious expression on his face. “Not just that but I’ve decided that you’re not old enough to know how to behave....” Hesitating in revealing his plan Bruce glanced away for a moment before continuing on “.... So from this point forward you’re going to be treated like the baby bird you’ve proven yourself to be.” He finally told him watching him for any signs of another meltdown.

[PaddedCatBoy]

Damian didnt utter a sound or a word as Bruce came back and changed him. He didnt even make eye contact with him, instead just starring at the floor. Once he was explained his new living arrangements, he finally looked at his father. The baby bird decided not to make his situation worse and figured obeying would be the best thing to do. Without making a sound he buried himself in Bruce's arms, just in his diaper and pajama top. He rested his head on Bruces chest and nuzzled him gently. "Y...yes father....im...im very sorry for my behavior" he finally spoke. "W..what will being treated like a baby involve?" He stuttered.

[Damian Wayne Al Ghul]

The serious expression that had previously adorned the caped Crusaders face softened considerably watching his baby bird bury his tiny self into his arms but his sad and defeated apology was the thing that switched off his anger fully. “I know you are, baby bird. It’s going to be okay.” He soothed rubbing the little birds back. When the topic of what exactly being a baby bird entailed Bruce gave his little bird a comforting hug holding the embrace for a few seconds wanting to know he was safe here, even if this was all part of a punishment. “For starters there’s no more calling me father because from now on you’ll refer to me as daddy, just like I’ll cal you baby bird.” Explaining the first rule of his new living arrangement Bruce moved a hand under the boys diapered bottom Lifting him up to cradle him a bit. “Your new underwear are now a permanent pair of your wardrobe” Bruce added giving Damians bottom a gentle pat. “I’ve sent Alfred to the store to pick up a few things which we’ll discuss later. This is only the beginning of what you’ll be doing as a baby bird.” Lifting himself off the bed Bruce shifted the new baby in his arms hugging him softly before making the trek back to the kitchen for breakfast. “For now it’s time for breakfast I’m sure it’s still hot enough to eat and I hope we can eat this time.” He spoke making reference to the meltdown his baby bird had earlier. Once in the kitchen Bruce stood amongst the large table with a moderately sized breakfast on it bouncing the baby in his arms before speaking “Now. Does the baby bird want pancakes for breakfast?” He asked sitting in a chair directly in front of the pancake portion of the breakfast, allowing the baby to sit snugly in his lap. Picking up a knife and fork from the plate in front of him Bruce sliced away at the pancake stabbing it with his fork before offering it to his baby. “Open up, little bird, here comes the airplane.” He cooed softly.

[PaddedCatBoy]

Damians mood had drastically changed since his punishment ended. He was much more obedient and a bit more playful. He happily kicked his legs at the table as he waited for breakfast to be made. His blush returned as he was about to be fed by his dad. He opened his mouth and took the pancake in happily. He squealed as he ate and had a big smile on his face. "Its yummy....daddy!" He said. While he was still chewing his food he looked up at Bruce. "Ah love yous daddy!" He babbled.