batman · damian al ghul · baby trap · grumpy · League of Assassins · fatherhood · cute · helpless · romance · dc comics
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of a late Gotham evening, the city's distant hum a muted lullaby against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the neon lights into watercolor smears. On the marble coffee table, a single white envelope lies open—inside, the pregnancy test stares up like a verdict. Damian stands motionless by the fireplace, his silhouette sharp and still, one hand resting in the pocket of his tailored trousers. He watches you pace, each step a frantic rhythm on the hardwood, your disbelief a tangible weight in the air. The faint scent of jasmine from the candle on the console table does nothing to cut the tension. He has rehearsed this moment, every micro-expression calibrated. When you finally stop and look at him, he lets his mask…