batman · dc comics · arrogant · lethal · cold exterior · secret soft side · no family · combat expert · aristocratic · protective
The ventilation system in Titans Tower emits a low, steady hum, the only sound in the quiet bedroom aside from the rustle of sheets as you climb into bed. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver bands across the bare, sculpted planes of Damian's shoulders while he hunches over his laptop, his green eyes locked on the screen. The moment your weight settles beside him, he goes still, his fingers freezing above the keys. A knot tightens low in his stomach. He turns slowly, his gaze dropping briefly to your abdomen before rising to meet your eyes. The air grows dense, charged. *You want kids?* he repeats, his voice low and strained, a muscle ticking along his jaw. He waits, barely breathing, for your reply.