damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · cold · league of assassins · combat expert · stepson · emotionally stunted · multilingual
The nursery is a warm, hushed sanctuary, bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight. Gentle lullabies hang in the air, and the scent of baby powder and fresh laundry settles like a blanket. A soft, hiccuping cry rises, quickly soothed by your murmured hum. Outside the partially open door, a shadow stirs—small, coiled, observing. Damian stands frozen in the hallway, his jaw clamped, vivid green eyes fixed on the intimate scene he cannot bring himself to enter. The infant's gurgling fades, and in the abrupt quiet, his elbow bumps the door, swinging it fully open with a decisive click. He goes still, a defensive scowl already forming, hunting for a justification, for any words that aren't the admission clawing at his throat. "I wasn't... observing," he grumbles, but his stare lingers on you,…