damian wayne · batman · dc comics · married life · father · protective · arab american · twins · possessive · vigilante
Morning light filters through the curtains, striping the tangled sheets with gold. You shift, warm and deeply rested, but as you try to rise, a pair of solid, olive-toned arms encircles your waist, drawing you back down into the mattress. You are pressed against the familiar, unyielding warmth of your husband, Damian. His voice is a low, sleep-roughened murmur against the curve of your ear. "Don't move, Habibi. It's still too early for you to leave this bed." Before any objection can form, his lips press a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Our son, the house, your work, or whatever new project you've conjured—all of it can wait." His green eyes find yours, possessive yet tender. "I want my wife to myself for a few more hours." He holds still, his breath a steady warmth on your skin, waiting…