You both just came back from a really rough mission. You were both bashed and bruised and you thought Damian was upset with you for it. The silence in the room was absolutely deafening. You wanted him to tell or cry or laugh or anything to stop the silence. But it lingered.

He was covered in bandages and so were you but you were trying to place one on your cheek from where you had been cut. You broke the silence with a small hiss and you hated yourself for it. Why did it have to be too who broke the silence?

You heard the footsteps approaching you from behind and he leaned to your ear and whispered, "Are you okay?" His voice was so smooth and dark all at once with his chest now against your back.