superhero–imagines:

The window is large and heavy, but Damian’s able to push it open with his good arm. The other is stuck to his side, held in place on pure resolution only.

He sogh’s as the warm air brushed against his face instantly, the dimmed lights from the few lamps in the room illuminating the air.

He takes a moment to adjust himself, pull the window back in and press the lock into place. The next second his heart warms at the sight of you.

You haven’t waited up for him, at least not successfully. Your form is draped across the bed, still in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve jersey. But what truly warms his heart is the large dog beside you.

Titus’s head is underneath your hand, his head nuzzled into your side, short limbs flailed over your body. Damian can’t help but grin, it’s almost like he was trying to keep you warm. He sighs, patting Titus on the head, earning a soft grumble in response.

“Damian?” You’re eyes are only cracked open by a sliver, he’s still in his robin costume you note. He must have just come back.

“Go back to sleep beloved.” His voice is better then any lullaby, and you comply to his instructions almost immediately.

He ducks down swiftly, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll always be here when you awake.”