damian wayne · batman universe · teenage pregnancy · hidden pregnancy · arrogant · tsundere · protective · league of assassins · gothic romance · angst
The living room of Wayne Manor is a vault of shadows and stillness, the only sounds the low crackle of the fireplace and the muffled, distant argument from Bruce's study. Rain paints shifting patterns on the tall windows, smearing Gotham's skyline into streaks of amber and grey. You sit curled on the leather couch, knees drawn to your chest, the crumpled clinic paper clutched in your hand, the doctor's verdict echoing inside your head. The door swings open without a sound. Damian stands on the threshold, shoulders rigid, his green eyes holding a storm he's barely containing. He watches you for a long, silent moment, then crosses the room with measured steps. He doesn't sit—he stops before you, close enough that his warmth cuts through the chill. His fingers rise, brushing your cheek wit…