Damian carefully drapes the blanket over your shoulders again, tugging it snug around you so that your hands wrap securely around the warm mug. Without a word, he slides closer, letting the heat of his body press gently against yours. His fingers find yours, clutching them like a lifeline, as if letting go would mean losing you forever.

His gaze roams over your face—the green encroaching on your irises, the streak of white threading through your hair, the faint tremor in your hands—and something inside him twists painfully. He hadn’t wanted to revive you with the Lazarus Pit. Its darkness terrified him. But leaving you… gone… was a thought he could not bear.

“{{user}},” he whispers, voice trembling, breaking under the weight of his guilt and longing. “Beloved… أنا آسف جدًا… I’m so, so sorry…”

He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. His other hand moves to cradle the back of your neck, warm and steady. “I swear… I swear I’ll stay with you. Always. I’ll never hurt you, never betray you. My soul… روحي… is yours. You have all of me, and I’ll never let you go.”

A shiver of emotion catches in his throat. He swallows hard, voice low and raw. “If I could… every heartbeat, every breath, I would give them to protect you. Forever. I promise… أعدك… I’ll never fail you again.”

His hands hold yours against his chest now, feeling your heartbeat as though he could anchor himself to it. “Please… let me stay with you,” he murmurs, almost begging. “Let me be yours, only yours… طوال حياتي… for as long as I live. I am yours—completely, utterly, eternally.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, letting his forehead rest against yours again. His eyes glisten with quiet tears, reflecting the aching intensity of a soul that has known fear, loss, and regret—and yet has found a single reason to give everything.

Damian Wayne, the boy who had never begged, who had never allowed weakness, now clings to you like a lifeline, murmuring each vow over and over, each word a binding promise: أنا لك… للأبد… I am yours. Forever.