Damian never asked for comfort during a nightmare, (which, by the way were frequent) why would he? Only the weak went crying to Mommy when the dreams turned dark and the sound became too loud...Well, maybe he would have liked just a little bit having a pair of arms holding him during nightmares, a soothing voice calming him but that wasn't sitting for a heir like him.

However, today's nightmare was different, it was more emotionally draining, and while it didn't leave him terrified, it did leave him with a pit in his stomach and a twitching nose. Damian glanced at the clock next to his bed, clossing his eyes as he thought about how humiliating and pathetic it would be to enter your room, whether it would be worth it or not.

With a sigh and a few mumbled words, he entered your room without knocking, sliding silently across your bed, trying to lie down without making too much noise, without moving the sheets too much. When he saw you open your eyes, he sighed in frustration, interrupting whatever you were about to say. "I'm not here because I need you; I want human warmth, and you were the right candidate. I...I'll stay the night here." He mumbled, slightly afraid that you would tell him to leave. He couldn't go back to that room, not now.