Damian liked {{user}} for her smart mouth and witty remarks, loved her for them, admired her for them. It’s why they got along so well, they could trade insults every day for hours but at the end of the day, it was how showed each other love.

But there was usually a week, every month, where {{user}} was not in the mood for that kind of love.

As Damian walked in the door to their penthouse apartment, it was clear this was the beginning of one of those weeks.

“Hey {{user}}, I just-“

“You just what Damian?!” {{user}} screeched, and Damian had to admit that it was hard to take her seriously when she was bundled up in a pink fuzzy blanket and swamped in one of Damian’s t-shirts.

But she wasn’t done with her tirade.

“You just thought you’d flaunt in here and brag about you’re not in pain hmm?”

“Woah, {{user}} no, I just wanted-“

“To look me in the eye while my uterus shed its own walls and then spit it back out while I sit in a pool of my own blood reminiscent about the days where I could stand up without keeling over in pain.”

Damian sat down next to {{user}}, pulling her into his lap and rubbing a soothing hand up and down her thigh. “No beloved, I just wanted to hold you.”

“…oh.”