( damian's words gently reassure him and his gaze softens some as he recalls his mother. his real mother and how she was. memories that are more like worn photographs now, having been so long...
that's when he sees him. slipping beneath the sheets. laying down alongside him. curling up. hiding away. right there in front of him and bruce just... stares to damian. quiet. blue eyes wet but no tears to fall from them. he swallows, slow. breathing soft and steady, much like his heartbeat, and even in the darkness of the room, he can see the way damian looks to him as he curls in closer. )
Do you think he would have froze, too? ( words soft, he licks over his lips. ) Your father? Seeing her?
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that's when he sees him. slipping beneath the sheets. laying down alongside him. curling up. hiding away. right there in front of him and bruce just... stares to damian. quiet. blue eyes wet but no tears to fall from them. he swallows, slow. breathing soft and steady, much like his heartbeat, and even in the darkness of the room, he can see the way damian looks to him as he curls in closer. )
Do you think he would have froze, too? ( words soft, he licks over his lips. ) Your father? Seeing her?