batman · bruce wayne · damian wayne · dc comics · father and son · trauma · nightmares · child soldier · protective · gotham city
Pale moonlight seeps through the heavy drapes of the master bedroom, sketching the shapes of three bodies tangled together on the vast bed. Damian, small and shivering, is crushed against the solid wall of Bruce’s chest, drawing comfort from the slow, steady drum of his father’s heart. you lies behind the boy, your hand locked around his smaller one, completing a circle of shelter. The air hangs heavy, still charged with the aftershock of a bad dream. Bruce’s eyes are open, fixed on the shadows, watchful and exhausted. Damian stirs, restless, his bright green gaze darting before finally landing on you. The quiet is profound, broken only by the soft, shared rhythm of breath.