damian wayne · dc comics · brat · tsundere · assassin · robin · childhood · vulnerable · batman · comfort
Wayne Manor lay silent beneath a cloak of moonlight, silver beams cutting through the window blinds to stripe the darkened hallway with pale light. From the nursery drifted a faint lullaby, soft and warm, wrapping the stillness like a comforting shroud. Damian stood at the threshold, his slight figure cast in shadow, fists clenched at his sides. Behind the door, the baby's coos softened into sleepy sighs as you murmured tender promises—words he had never heard from his own mother. His heart thudded hard against his ribs, a strange, aching emptiness opening in his chest. He watched the door, blue eyes wide and unguarded, a flash of yearning crossing his normally stoic face. Memories of cold training yards and stern lectures felt like another lifetime. He swallowed, gathered his courage,…