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“Look at that.”- Babs pointed at the monitor, the text has been encoded.- “Until we can decode what is in these files, we have to keep a look to Y/N, since we don't know what they went through it would be wise to have everything ready for whatever outcome.”

Whatever outcome. That sounded heavy, a bit too heavy for Bruce's heart. It felt like standing in front of a wall so tall that he knew he couldn't overcome it. Whatever outcome, he thought again.  

“Well take turns looking at them, they should never be alone.”- Bruce said, his face stern while at it, he couldn't mask his worries.- “Where are they, Alfred?”

“Upstairs, Master Bruce. I supposed that young master Tim and the child had quite the tiring day, as both of them are still sleeping.”

Getting up from his seat, Bruce walked his way towards his son's room and soon enough, found the toddler cuddled in the teenager's chest, both fast asleep. A small amused smile bloomed in his face, apparently the youngest was the only one who could put Tim to sleep without much of a problem. Decided to let his children sleep a bit more before dinner, he opened the door again to get out of the room, but a faint sound escaped from your lips, causing him to stop.

Now big eyes looked back at him, hair disheveled and cheeks lightly red from sleep. The child stared at the strange room and got out of the bed, hiding in Bruce's legs. Lifting the child up, his arms snaked at their knee to support and he caressed the child's cheek with a loving hand.

“Did you sleep well?”- He asked, though he knew the child didn't know how to talk properly yet. Instead of answering, the toddler hugged his neck, their chin coming to rest at his shoulder. 

The man walked out of the room, his hand in your back rubbing circles. His presence somehow grounding you away from whatever fear that chased after you. You barely notice when the man got to his study, he sat himself with you on his lap and started to look at the papers in front of him, but his movement stopped when he noticed another presence in the room. 

“So that is her child.”- The voice came out low, measured.

“Talia.”

Despite calling her name, the woman's eyes were glued on you. Not in a threatening way, but rather a fonding one. She approached slowly, seemed a bit worried the child might get scared.

“They looked so much like her.”- Bringing her hand, Talia caressed your cheek.- “Damian told me about them.”

She said simply, still looking at your small body. Bruce, despite having his guard up, did not reprimand the woman.

“I remember when R/M first entered Damian's life. She instructed him in ways I couldn't or simply didn't know. And yet, she never overstepped when it came to him and me.”- She paced in front of the desk.- “So, I may not be the best at it, but if you need a mothers hand rather than a fathers one, you can call me anytime. I'll be sure to repay her kindness with my son.”

Talia didn't wait for a response, getting out of the study and letting the kid with Bruce. Thinking about her words, the man caught himself reminiscing the memory of his lover. The one who had always been so patient and understanding with him and his child, despite everyone's flaws. He looked down at the child in his chest and quietly vowed to protect and cherish the remaining bits of R/M in this world.

Outside the sky was covered in angry grey clouds, a cold breeze howling through the many buildings. Contrasting with it, the manor inside was warm, the smell of the dinner filling the place in a comforting way. Everything there screamed home and security in a sense you had never experienced.

Bruce descended the stairs with you in his arms, your small body recoiling a bit every time a thunder striked down outside. The man shushes you slightly, his hands in your back, holding you away from whatever threat.

Soon the table filled with the rest of your siblings, each of them talking and joking with each other. The atmosphere was light, everything felt in place. Until it wasn't. 

Your head felt heavy, limbs trembling a bit. Bruce occasionally fed you with the amazing dinner Alfred had prepared. You tried making yourself small in your fathers lap and that was enough to alarm both him and your sibling.

“Littlewing, are you okay?”- Dick brought his hand to your face, the cold of skin contrasting with the warmth of yours.- “Damn it, B. They're boiling.”

The panic in his voice did enough to alarm the family. Damian went to the kitchen, bringing back with him a small bowl of water and a cloth. Alfred kneels down to look at you, your eyes stared dazed through his frame, confused and unfocused. You felt your head spin, a cough stuck in your throat made its way out, bringing with it a gush of blood. Your little hands came to be in front of your mouth, barely holding the blood that was coming out, looking up you saw Bruce startled eyes.

In Bruce's sight, the image of your new self and the one who had been rescued a few days prior, kept relapsing. The sight of you thin, pale and frail did not to appease his worried mind.

With your eyes still on him, you felt everything go dark, the hurried voice of your father and then nothing.

Outside, one more lighting stroke down, the bad weather approaching Gotham with fierce fury, no plans to cease any time soon.