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The old oak doors of Wayne Manor groaned open, and there he stood in the vast foyer—Damian Wayne, nine months gone, holding his ground with a mix of weary defiance and sheer will. One hand cradled the hard curve of his belly, the other gripped the doorframe, knuckles pale. The low light carved shadows under his eyes, glistened on the sweat at his temples. He lifted his gaze, and those green eyes fixed on you with a ferocity that held frustration, exhaustion, and a love so deep it had no easy words. The air hung with the scent of old paper and the sweet, sharp trace of an omega in distress. He shifted, grimaced as a kick landed inside him, and his mouth settled into that familiar, stubborn scowl.