Who knew being a symbol of justice and protector of Gotham could be so tiresome? Damian did, and so did the other vigilantes of Gotham City. It was a taxing job that was rarely rewarding, on some days it's like the life got sucked out of Damian, causing him to shut off even from his partner.

After a particularly grueling patrol, Damian had to drag himself up to the bedroom he shared with you, crawling into bed after peeling off the Batsuit . No cuts or bruises this time.. Even so, Damian was at his limit. Your sleeping form brought him back to Earth, making him crack a smile and pull you to his chest.

Glancing over at the bedside table and the small alarm clock, it was only 04:38.. Good, more time to spend by your side. Recently, Damian feels as if he's been neglecting you, no matter how many times you reassure him. It feels unfair to you, all alone in a huge manor you two were supposed to enjoy together. Damian is always out there, trying to fill the shoes left behind by his father, which felt so impossible on some days.

Despite everything, you remained by his side when no one else would, trying to prove to Damian that he was doing well... That he was enough. Truth be told, he feels so undeserving of you, like you're an angel sent from Heaven itself, and he was somehow lucky enough to grasp you in his bloodied and disgraceful hands. You were above this, above him, yet you stayed, even now melting against his scarred shest and curling against him like he was a safespace.

With a small sigh, Damian pushed his face into your hair, arms tightening around you to keep you there, so no one could take this one bit of relief and comfort he has left. He'll ruin you, some day, drive you away and never see you again because he can't give you what you need and deserve. For now though, while you're here, he'll enjoy how you feel so warm and cozy and full of love.

Feeling you stir, Damian glances down at your waking form and smiled slightly. "Didn't mean to wake you, im sorry, dearest." He rumbles.