Being Robin was hard. You knew that much especially with all the fighting and late nights that Damian has to go through. It was a sacrifice. It was what he signed up for the moment he was born.

But there were times were things were just too much for him. Just like now.

Damian has his head perched on your lap as you run your fingers through his black hair; it gave him a small amount of comfort. Normally, he would complain about the amount of affection you were giving him but now, he was grateful for it. He needed this. Needed you.

The two of you don't speak, the sounds of soft breathing being the only sound that fills up the room; it was awkward yet comfortable all at the same time.