even speaking the words had taken so much
out of him. tiredness riddled his stiffening features, brows furrowed
as he took in the sight of jim moving closer, eyes flickering feature
to feature. but in the meanwhile fingers flutter atop knuckles,
brushing against the skin in a tentative manner. spock inhales,
swallowing some as his chin dips in what could ALMOST be called a nod. “ thank you, jim. ” he breathes, nostrils flaring. didn’t want to say the word nightmare. couldn’t.
So, I heard you need it a distraction and I love me some Tim Drake. Could I have a request where some of the lines are. "The fate of the world is in your hands" "...yikes" "Sure you don't want to pick the dog? He seems to know what he is doing." 😙😙
You groan in frustration. Damian is running around the chair you’re sitting on, wrapping you up with leftover wrapping paper. You should’ve known babysitting Damian wouldn’t be so easy, but no, you just had to be helpful. You just had to tell Bruce to go on that date and volunteer yourself to babysit. Ugh, you and your big mouth!
Two Hours Ago
You stared at Damian, the little boy looking up at you with wide blue eyes. His stare was relentless and gleeful, and he smiled so wide, you thought it’d split his face in half if it weren’t for his adorable chubby cheeks.
“Are you sure you’ll be fine babysitting Damian?” Bruce asked, ruffling Damian’s hair as the boy played in his pen.
Is it too late to change my answer? you wanted to snark, but decide against it and instead smile. “Yeah, I’m sure! The boys and Cass are coming home soon anyway, right? They’ll help me.”