In hindsight, inviting a literal crime fighter, son of Batmɑn, over to your place to watch a crime show was… probably not the best idea.

“That’s inaccurate.” Damian mumbles for the umpteenth time. His voice muffled as he keeps his face in your hair, only tilted enough to still see the screen of your laptop. “He needed so much more paperwork to be able to do that. Not to mention the lack of evidence he would need to even get a warrant like that.”

It’s been fun. Not exactly what you planned, but fun. You know, free excuse to cuddle your boyfriend and listen to him ramble without a thought or care in the world. Damian just talks whenever he feels there’s a lull in the story, or a part so inaccurate he just refuses to acknowledge the show.

“Hn. They treat that girl like my brother’s treat me.” He scoffs, his hands tightening around you. “You know they’ve been calling me soft? All because I called you a pet name over the phone… Idiots. The lot of them.”

Damian rolls his eyes as yet another horrifically inaccurate montage of forensics starts, using the time to give you attention instead of the show.

“It’s not like it’s a bad thing. I just wish they’d shut up.” He sighs, shifting his hold on you just to pull you closer, a small smirk on his lips. “I like my names for you. Don’t you, habibti?”

Damian laughs quietly, not even giving you the chance to answer before pressing a kiss to the top of your head and continuing. “I love you. Don’t let anything make you forget that.”

((Partially inspired by @Bot_Baker | Damian Wayne "♡/His brothers think he’s going soft."))