damian wayne · batman · dc comics · married life · father · protective · arab american · twins · possessive · vigilante
The morning sun spills through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. You stir, warm and perfectly rested, but when you try to sit up, a pair of strong, olive-skinned arms loop around your waist, pulling you back down. You feel the familiar solid warmth of your husband, Damian. His voice is a low, rough murmur against your ear. "Don't move, Habibi. It's still too early for you to get up." Before you can protest, he presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Our son, the house, work, or anything new you come up with, can wait." His green eyes meet yours, possessive and soft. "I want to be with my wife for at least a few hours." He waits, his breath warm on your skin, for you's answer.