Batfamily one-shots

Gala

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Prompt: Tim and Damian live together. Tim has full custody. They have to go to gala. Bruce is dead.

Tim's POV

I look up from my phone when I here foot steps. Damian is standing at the entrance of the living room. "Tt Drake it is 7:30 what time do you want to start patrol?" He asks. I let out a sigh. I've been dreading this day for the last two weeks.
"Damian we aren't going on patrol tonight." I answer.
"Why?" He asks while staring daggers at me. "Tonight there is a Wayne Enterprises gala. Both you and I are intending." I reply. I stare at Damian waiting for him to blow. His face slowly gets more and more red.
"AND YOU THOUGHT OF NEVER MENTIONING THAT TO ME!" He screams. he then storms off to his bedroom. I let out a sigh. I decide to let him cool off while I get dressed.

I look into the mirror. I am wearing black dress pants, tucked in white button up, black blazer, black tie, and black dress shoes. I finish combing down my hair and grab Damian's suit off my bed. I walk across the hall and knock on Damian's door. "Damian open up." I yell. After a few moments the door cracks open.
"Tt Drake I am not going." He goes to shut the door but I wedge my foot between the door and wall to keep it open.
"Yes you are. Here's your suit." I hold out his suit that is identical to mine.  He doesn't take it. "Damian Al-Ghul Wayne if you do not put on this suit I will dress you myself." I threaten. That seems to do the trick because he snatches free suit out of my hands. I move my foot and Damian slams the door shut. After about 5 minutes he walks out of his bedroom. He slowly walks up to looking at the ground. "Ready to go?" I asks.
"I-uh I require your assistance." He mumbles. I look up from my phone and raise a brow.
"With what?" He slowly raises his hand to show me his tie. "Wait you're telling me Damian Wayne doesn't know how to tie a tie?" I teas. Damian turns bright red.
""If you aren't going to help me the-" I raise a hand to shush him.
"Come here." He steps closer to me and I pop his collar up like it was the 80s. I make quick work of tying his tie. I flatten his collar and smile. "There all done." He nods.

We walk into the gala. I turn to Damian. "Be on your best behavior or no patrol for a month got it?" He nods. "Good. Now go away." I state while shooing him away. I then spot one of the men I need to talk to.

Damian's POV

After Drake rudely shoos me away I awkwardly walk around the party. I spot old men talking in groups and Models flirting with them. Drunk stupid adults. And a lot more stupidity. I walk around aimlessly until a model stops me. "Omg are you Damian Wayne?" She squeals. I go to snap at her when Drakes words run threw my head. Instead I just nod. "Girlies come here!" She howlers. About 5 other models come over. "Lookie it's the little Arabic boy." She states while pointing at me. (Bitch) I think to myself. Her friends start oohing  over me.
"What is it like in the states?" One asks.
"Are you enjoying living with your brother after your dad died?" Another asks.
"How is it like to walk a floors not made of sand?" "What happen to your mom?" They keep asking me questions. I look around trying to find a way to escape. I see I door.
"I-uh I gotta go." I then take off running to the door. I here the group of girls following me. I quickly run threw the door to see a long hallway. I look around trying to find something to hide in when I see a long cupboard. I quickly open the bottom doors and slip in.
"Where did he go?" One of the models asks. I hear them run up and down the hallway until the finally leave. I crawl out of the cupboard and look around. Once I'm sure the coast is clear I crawl all the way out. I run back into the gala. I scan the room and spot the models. I quickly go to the other side of the room. I keep scanning the room until I spot Drake.

Tim's POV

"Yes and the papers need to be signed and sent out as soon as possible." I state.
"Of course Mr. Wayne." I was about to respond when a feel something run into my back. I look down to see two small hands around my waist. I turn to my right to see Damian with his head buried in my side. Without thinking I place my hand on his head and gently run my hand threw his hair. "Thank you Mr. Hector. I will see you soon." He nods and walks away. Did I rush him? Yes. Do I care? No. I then turn my full attention to Damian. "Damian can you look at me?" I ask still playing with his hair. He shakes his head no. "Damian I need you to look at me." I command softly. He slowly looks up at me with his big green eyes. And I can't help but realize how innocent he looks. "What's a matter?" I ask.
"I want to go home." He whispers. I sigh. I then kneel down in front of him. "I know you do. Just a bit longer okay?" He lets out a sigh and nods. "I have to talk to more business people. Do you want to stay with me?" I offer. He nods yes. I stand up and grab Damian's hand.

We both then start to walk to the back of the gala where the business part is going to be held. "There he his!" I look up to see a model running over to us. "I thought we lost him." She giggles. Damian moves from my side to stand behind me. Models. How I hate models. Don't get me wrong nothing is wrong with modeling. But these models only gossip and harass people. I ignore the model and turn around to face Damian. I pick him up and place him on my hip. I here the model coo. Damian automatically wraps his arms around my neck and hides his face. I then turn back to the model.
"Please excuse us." I flash her one of my fake smiles and start walking towards the back again. I open the door to the small meeting room and take a seat at the head of the table with Damian on my lap.

Finally tonight is over. I walk out of the gala with Damian in my arms. At some point he fell asleep in the meeting. I gently place him down in shotgun. I then walk over to the drivers seat.

I open the penthouses door. I kick off my shoes and walk to Damian's room. I gently place him on his bed and pull off his shoes. I walk over to his dresser and grab some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I walk back over to him. "Dami time to wake up." I gently state with a little shake. He lets out a whine but sits up. He looks around the room confused. "We're home. I need you to put in your pjs." He slowly nods. I then walk out of the room. After a moment the door opens. There stands sleepy Damian. "Ready for bed bud?" I ask. (Damn I sound like a fucken farther) He sleepy nods. He crawls under his covers. "Night bud." I state with a head pat.
"Night Tim." He mumbles. I can't help smiling.

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