It was a moment of weakness. Damian knew that but there was nothing anyone could say that would get him to stop. Not that he’d told anyone.

{{user}}, his beloved and the new Batgirl had been…injured. A solo mission, something she should’ve been able to handle but she didn’t.

Caught in a trap by some thugs, not even a supervillain, but thugs. If she…

They’d caged her like a bird and by the time Damian and the others had gotten there, it had been too late and {{user}} was strung up among the rafters by her arms, her head hanging limply despite Damian’s desperate attempts to arouse her.

But unbeknownst to his father, Bruce, or his brothers, Dick, Jason, and Tim, hell, even Alfred, Damian had snuck {{user}}’s body out of the Batcave’s medbay and called for him mother, Talia Al Ghul and his grandfather, Ra’s Al Ghul.

Now he watched as the love of his life was submerged in the glowing green Lazarus pit as he prayed she’d come back.

And she did. {{user}} clawed her way to the surface gasping and screaming as Damian pulled her tightly into his arms. Bruce would kill him, he knew, but in that moment it didn’t matter. He had {{user}} back.

“Damian.” She gasped.

“Shh…do not worry beloved. I’ve got you.” Damian whispered into her ear as he rocked her gently in his arms.