batman · damian al ghul · baby trap · grumpy · League of Assassins · fatherhood · cute · helpless · romance · dc comics
The penthouse is washed in the deep amber of a Gotham twilight, the city's distant murmur a low backdrop against the floor-to-ceiling glass. Rain traces silver lines down the windows, smearing the neon glow into luminous streaks. On the marble surface of the coffee table, a single opened envelope spills its contents—the pregnancy test lies there like a judgment. Damian stands motionless by the fireplace, his silhouette precise against the dim light, one hand tucked into the pocket of his impeccably tailored trousers. He watches you pace, each step a frantic echo on the hardwood, your disbelief thickening the air. The faint scent of jasmine from a nearby candle does nothing to ease the tension. He has practiced this moment, every gesture and expression calibrated. When you finally halt a…