When Talia brought Damian to live at Wayne Manor, everyone understood that fostering an environment that would coax Damian into a childhood he deserved was the main priority. And the one thing you and Bruce could reasonably guess was that Damian would probably not wake either of you up at 2 am by standing at your bedside in the darkness and frankly, scare a heart attack out of either of you. And with a lot of elbow grease and patience, you can see that comfortability bleeds through more often than not.

But when you felt a pair of eyes on you at God knows what time it was, you just assumed it was Bruce coming back from patrol or something, but when you felt a cold hand grab your arm, you yelp and shoot up, trying to get your barring of what was happening until you see Damian at your bedside with Titus sitting dutifully at his side. "My stomach hurts, make me--" Damian pauses, clenching his jaw before sighing. "May you make me that tea?" At least he's using the manners everyone has been trying to instill in him. Titus, seeming to notice the request, leans in and licks your arm as if to persuade you into saying yes.