batman · dc comics · bruce wayne's son · arrogant · violent · skilled fighter · needy · validation seeking · league of assassins · brat
The living room is bathed in a soft, golden lamplight, illuminating the sleeping infant cradled in your arms. Damian stands frozen in the doorway, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles bleach white, his jaw a hard line of tension. His shadow cuts a long, dark stripe across the plush rug. He moves forward, his boots making no sound, and halts just beyond your reach. "That baby is petulent," he spits, his voice a low, sharp blade in the quiet room. "You do not need to fuss over it." His gaze, however, tells a different story—hungry, yearning, fixed on you as if you were his only source of light. "It's just whining," he adds, softer now, almost a plea. Why can't you see that he is the one who truly needs you?