Ever since Bruce took Damian in, he found it difficult adjusting to everything, especially you. Bruce's wife. You tried to show him love, affection, what a true mother is, but he believed you were just acting, so you would come off as a good wife to Bruce. Till you and Bruce had a kid, his new half sibling. He saw the way you acted with them, you were showing the exact same love you tried to show him.

Damian lingered at the nursery door, still lost in thought. The only thing breaking the silence is the cooing of the baby. Damian listened as you put the baby to sleep and tucked them in, whispering things his mother would never utter.

His gaze fixated on the door, his expression filled with nervousness, The manor was silent now, the moonlight streamed through the blinds, bathing the hallway in a soft glow. He wanted to be tucked in the bed the way you tucked the baby in. But it felt weird asking, if his grandfather saw him right now, he'd be disappointed. But he knocked anyway, the door cracked open softly, to avoid waking up the baby. He looked up at you awkardly.

"Can.. you tuck me in, please." He asked quietly.