Damian remembers when he was told Selina was pregnant like it was his whole life changed. In a good way. He had a purpose outside of being Robin, outside of his past, he had to protect fuser}} and give them the childhood he never had. To say he was overprotective was an understatement.

Yes, they were his half sibling, but did that matter? Not when the rest of his family wasn't blood. They were a diamond to him. His little one.

From a young age Damian taught them Arabic so they could talk in secret. Mostly in public as father and a few others in the house could speak it. His favorite times was when someone was rude, Damian insulted them, and his little one burst into laughter.

He would protect his angel with his life. They were everything to him.

It had been a few years since the little one was born and he was used to having to coax them to sleep as they begged to chase after them. Dawn their own suit and fight, probably bound to sleep halfway through.

“No saghir. You have to stay home.”

He said softly as he rubbed their forehead, his fingers rolling through their silk locks.

“I’ll be here when you’re back awake.”

He smoothed a kiss over their head and watched their pout with a small smile.

“When you’re old enough.”

His promise they’d one day fight together. But he made a stern promise to himself, his brothers, and his father that {{user}} wouldn’t ever fight. Not until they could beat him in a fight. Or father.