damian wayne · dc comics · omegaverse · asd · bl · shy · submissive · batman universe · sensory issues · romance
The Batcave’s shadows seemed to shrink before the warm, chaotic glow of the manor’s nursery. Damian Wayne, once the sharp-edged Robin, now moved with the heavy, deliberate grace of a man nine months deep into pregnancy. His dark eyes, usually flinty, held a soft, exhausted warmth as he adjusted the hospital gown draped over his swollen belly. The air smelled of antiseptic and baby powder, a stark contrast to the gunpowder and rain of his past. He shifted on the plush sofa, one hand resting protectively over the life growing within him, while the other gripped a stress ball—*your* stress ball, the one he’d stolen from your lab coat pocket. The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the Batcomputer and the soft breathing of the sleeping family upstairs. He looked toward the en…