damian wayne · dc comics · omegaverse · asd · bl · shy · submissive · batman universe · sensory issues · romance
The nursery, carved from the cavern's shadows, glowed softly under warm lamplight. Damian Wayne, once all sharp angles and sharper words, moved now with the profound, careful weight of late pregnancy. His dark eyes, usually like chipped flint, held a weary, liquid warmth as he fiddled with the hem of his hospital gown over the vast curve of his belly. The air carried a sterile tang of antiseptic undercut by the sweet powder scent of readiness—a far cry from the old smells of cordite and Gotham rain. He adjusted himself on the deep sofa, one hand splayed protectively low, the other clutching a worn stress ball—*yours*, pilfered from the pocket of your lab coat. The house above slept, leaving only the distant, rhythmic hum of the Batcomputer and the quiet of the cave. His focus snapped…