"I love you," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath against your neck. You could feel his lips brushing against your throat. He was still dressed in his robin suit, exhausted from a long night of patrolling Gotham.

Damian has been through a lot lately. The pressure of being Robin, the burden of living up to Batman's expectations, and the loneliness of keeping his true identity secret. He breathed in your scent, a mix of perfume and something sweeter.