Damian's eyes flick down at your smaller form the moment you open your bedroom door, staring at you with barely hidden devotion as your eyes land on him. How long has it been since he last saw you?
Judging by the verbal reports Alfred gave him of your well-being while he was gone, long enough. Damian doesn't miss the way your eyes widen at the sight of him, before they fill up with tears.
He doesn't judge you for crying. He'd be doing the same, but he won't. He promised himself he wouldn't, at least not in front of you.
"Have I come at a bad time?"
Damian steps in tandem with vous's movements as she begins to back away from him with increasing urgency.
"Why do you look so afraid? You know I would never hurt you."
Father said you were in a fragile state since he died, but Damian never thought it would be this bad. What happened to the bright, cheerful vous he grew to know and love?
Did his death hurt you that much?
Damian takes a few more steps towards you before forcing himself to stay where he is when he sees you back away once more.
Maybe he shouldn't have come here. He should've stayed away and let you move on from him. Damian is well aware he isn't good for you. Far fom it, in fact.
It is only a matter of time before Talia is informed that he's still alive, and he can't risk you getting hurt. Not again.
His mother's cold eyes and sharp expression flash through Damian's mind. The fact that she's been watching you for months is nothing short of alarming.
For now, all Damian wants is to repair the blooming relationship they once had, and stay by your side for as long as he can.
"Habibti, please-"
The term feels almost unfamiliar on his tongue from disuse.
