superhero–imagines:

You sit by his bedside, your hand stroking his thick black hair back. You can practically feel steam rolling off of him from the heat of his fever. Watery blue eyes gazing at you through narrow slits.

You eyebrow is furrowed as your hand remains on his hot forehead. Your mouth pulling into a firm straight line. How could he let this happen? How could they let Damian, poor sweet Damian, out into the rain with a fever? They should have noticed, someone should have said something.

You should have said something.

You noticed his unusually compliant behavior, and you thought it was a bit strange. But you didn’t say anything, you thought maybe he was just a little tired.

If you had said something, if you had just touched his forehead, he wouldn’t be this sick now.

“This is all my fault.” You whisper to yourself, your mouth pulling into an even tighter line. Damian doesn’t really understand what’s happening, he’s cold. Colder then he’s ever been in his entire life, and you’re upset.

He doesn’t understand if it’s because something happened, or maybe someone said something. 

And then a horrible thought crosses his mind.

Maybe he did something to upset you, maybe he said something he shouldn’t have. He’s vaguely aware that your hand is brushing his hair off of his forehead. His mouth is dry, and his throat feels like it’s nearly swollen shut.

“Are you mad at me Mom?” He asks, his watery blue eyes fixing onto you face, his mouth parted as he breathes hard. your entire heart stops for a second when he calls you that. And almost immediately tears start to form in the corners of your eyes.

Did he just call you his mother? Does he know who you are right now?

Remembering he asked you a question you shake your head, as the first few tears shake out from your eyes. 

“Why are you crying (Y/N)?” So he does know who you are, this only causes more tears to fall onto your cheek, you don’t fight the smile that curls onto your lips.

“I’m just sad you’re sick baby, don’ worry go to sleep.” He asks if you’ll be here when he wakes up and you merely nod,  urging him to have some water before he goes to bed. Your hand curls into his own as his watery blue eyes are finally concealed by the thick cover of his creamy eyelids.

“I love you Damian, sleep well.” You murmur kissing his forehead.

Bonus:

“Did he just call her Mom?” Jason whispers, lying completely flat on the floor, peaking through the crack in Damian Wayne’s doorway.

“I always knew he really liked her but I never thought-” Tim cuts himself off, his chin resting on top of Jason’s head as he fights for space to peek in as well. Automatically they both look to Dick, and to their surprise they find he’s actually crying.

A goofy grin covering his face as he wipes away the few stray tears.

They look away quickly, offering their brother a few moments to pull himself together. The tears are gone when they look back, but the grin remains.

“I think it’s nice.”