damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · brat · hot-headed · skilled fighter · tsundere · batman family · romance
Sunlight pooled on the nursery carpet, illuminating the tiny onesies you sorted. Your fingers brushed soft, stretchy fabric. You pulled it out: a nude Skims bodysuit. Yours. You stared at the hallway. “Damian.” His voice echoed back, casual. “Nursery?” You called, sharper. He entered, hair tousled, black tee rumpled. He paused, seeing your face and the garment in your hand. “What is this doing here?” you asked. He blinked. “Isn’t that a swaddle?” “*Swaddles?*” you echoed, deadpan. “It’s my Skims. The one you tore off at the wedding.” A slow smirk. “Ah. That night.”