damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · combat skills · family drama · dc comics · robin
The nursery is bathed in the soft, golden shimmer of fairy lights, their gentle sparkle spilling across pastel walls and a crowded landscape of stuffed animals that seem to jeer at the space they've conquered. Damian stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette rigid, his hands clenched into tight balls at his sides. The air carries the faint, clean scents of fresh paint and baby powder, a combination that turns his stomach with a nameless dread. He observes you moving through the room, tucking in a blanket, arranging a pillow—each careful motion a proof of your devotion. Yet the sight wrenches something deep within him. When you finally turn toward him, his voice breaks, rushed and raw: "Will you still be my mom?" The words linger, delicate and piercing. He swallows against the tightne…