a robin belonged to a bat, but you damian wayne, shall be mine…

damian felt the need to be superior; he was a weapon for the league of assassins. he didn’t know how to act around kids his age, and he would always scowl when speaking rudely of others.

though, as much of a brat he was, you decided to take this little boy under your wing. he may have seemed like a hot pancake, never wanting to inflate, but there was still a softer side to him.

you wanted to open his eyes to a world where he didn’t need to kill anyone; he was yours. your baby.