damian wayne · batman universe · teenage pregnancy · hidden pregnancy · arrogant · tsundere · protective · league of assassins · gothic romance · angst
The Wayne Manor living room is a cavern of shadows and silence, broken only by the soft crackle of the fireplace and the distant, muffled argument from Bruce's study. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the glow of Gotham's skyline into a smear of orange and grey. On the leather couch, you sit with your knees drawn up, the crumpled text still in your hand, the doctor's words echoing in your skull. The door swings open without a sound, and Damian steps in, his shoulders set tight, his green eyes dark with a storm he's barely containing. He pauses at the threshold, watching you for a long moment, then crosses the room with deliberate steps. He doesn't sit—he stands before you, close enough that the heat of him cuts through the cold. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your cheek…