The way you said “I love you:” Through a song - Damirae
Number 23: Through a song
Couple: Damirae (DC, Teen Titans)
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They had somehow gotten roped into babysitting duty. Now, Raven would never refer to it as something she was “roped into.” No, the mage had absolutely fallen for Tommy’s chubby cheeks and squeaky babbles. But, try as he might to keep his fondness off his face, Damian had to admit that the baby did have the power to tug at his heartstrings. He would never admit it out loud, it seemed like Grayson and Gordon did something right in terms of cuteness, if Tommy’s bright blue eyes and freckled limbs meant anything.
The son of Batman sighed as he set about fixing their tea. To his side, Tommy’s bottle was soaking in a bowl of warm water. Glancing at the timer, Damian quickly placed the teabags into the cups -- Earl Grey for him, Peppermint for her -- and placed everything on a tray. His nose wrinkled as he fought back the need to snort at the messy stick figures carved near the handle; Grayson’s work, no doubt.
He heard his nephew start to fuss and Raven’s quiet hums quickly followed. The swordsman made his way back to the baby’s room only to stop in the doorway when he heard singing.
“Wise… men… say,” Her voice was slow and languid in the dark of the room. Damian watched, transfixed, as Raven swung in soft circles, leisurely dancing with Tommy propped up in her arms. His tiny fingers were bunched on the fabric covering her biceps; they softly clenched and unclenched as the half-demon ran her fingers through his wispy hair.
Something odd fluttered in Damian’s chest at the sight of the two. She hadn’t noticed his arrival yet and continued to sing, “Only fools...rush...in,” They looked like they belonged together, as if they were a scene plucked out of some Romantic painting. Tommy, in his pajama onesie, seemed content enough but Raven…
She looked maternal.
Damian leaned against the door, the creak drawing her violet eyes to him, and he smiled at her. Her eyes were half lidded as she sung, “But I… can’t help… falling in love… with you…” Tommy softly cooed out and she bounced him as Damian handed her the bottle, crooning out, “Shall… I… stay?”
Raven paused and pressed a kiss to Tommy’s forehead, relief flooding her when he seemed to be calming down, “Would it be… a… sin?” She felt a surge of fondness and held Tommy a little closer, incredibly cognizant of and urged on by Damian’s presence.
The smell of tea was filling the room. She forced her amethyst eyes away from the baby and landed on Damian. Some unknown emotion was hovering around him, just out of reach. He looked at her, his expression unreadable sans the slight blush that burned his ears and dusted his cheeks.
Their eyes met and Raven felt the words slip off her tongue as she sang to him, “If I… can’t help… falling in love... with… you?”
