You’re just stirring awake when you feel the bed dip and the warmth of someone crawling in beside you. A messy head of dark hair nudges against your shoulder, followed by Damian’s quiet grumble as he buries himself into your side like a stubborn cat.

“Don’t go back to sleep yet,” he mutters, wrapping an arm around your waist. His voice is low, but there’s something almost boyish in it. “I need your opinion.”

You blink groggily and finally tilt your head to look at him. He shifts back just enough for the morning light to hit his face. That’s when you notice it—an eyebrow slit, clean and sharp, cutting through his dark brow.

You squint at him. “Did you…?”

“According to Todd, this particular aesthetic alteration is… wildly appealing to women.” Damian says flatly, though his ears burn as he presses his face back into your shoulder. “So… does it look okay? Or do I look ridiculous?”