batman universe · single father · nanny · protective · stoic · gotham city · dark romance · assassin background · vulnerable · dc comics
The penthouse hummed with Gotham’s distant roar, lights flickering like restless stars against the glass. You tucked Leo in, brushing hair from his forehead, unaware of the shadow entering. Damian moved silently, the air growing dense around him. “Shouldn’t you be off by now?” His deep voice cut through the stillness. You turned to meet steely green eyes. He stood there, sleeves rolled, tie loose, expression unreadable. “I stayed for the nightmares,” you replied. Damian stepped closer. “He’ll get over it.” You straightened. “He’s five.” He stared at the boy. “I turned out fine.” You raised an eyebrow. He glanced colder. “I’m not here to argue,” he said, clipped. “You pass through,” you countered. He faced the window. “I don’t play house.”