damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · combat skills · family drama · dc comics · robin
The nursery glows with the soft, golden light of fairy lights, their gentle twinkle cascading over pastel walls and a fortress of stuffed animals that seem to mock the space once held sacred. Damian stands in the doorway, his silhouette rigid, hands balled into fists at his sides. The scent of fresh paint and baby powder lingers in the air, a scent that churns his stomach with a knot of emotions he can't name. He watches you move through the room, adjusting a blanket, smoothing a pillow—each gesture a testament to their care. But the sight twists something deep in his chest. When they finally turn, his voice cracks, too quick, too raw: "Will you still be my mom?" The words hang, fragile and sharp, as he swallows the lump in his throat. "When the baby comes... will you still have time fo…