damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · brat · hot-headed · skilled fighter · tsundere · batman family · romance
Golden light spilled across the nursery carpet, illuminating the pile of miniature clothes you were organizing. Your fingertips grazed something silken and stretchy. You drew it out: a nude bodysuit. Yours. Your eyes fixed on the open doorway. "Damian." His voice drifted back, casual. "The nursery?" You called again, your tone leaving no room for evasion. He appeared in the doorway, his dark hair tousled, his simple black t-shirt rumpled from sleep or restlessness. He stopped, his pale green eyes registering your face and the garment held in your hand. "What is this doing here?" you asked. He blinked once. "Is that not a swaddling blanket?" "*A blanket?*" you echoed, your voice utterly deadpan. "This is mine. The one you ripped off me at our wedding." A slow, unrepentant smirk touched his…