SWAN SONG / damian wayne

TWENTY-THREE, WHERE MY HEART SINGS

SHE WENT ON patrol because it felt like she wasn't pulling her weight. It was her and Red Robin that night. Killer Croc was the highlight of the night, the fight leaving both her and Red Robin doused in water and other types of... unsavoury liquid.

Thus, her decision to utilise the showers in the basement of the tower instead. She did not want to dirty her own apartment.

She was smart enough to leave a change of civilian clothes downstairs as well. Thus, by the time she stepped through the door of her apartment, she was already feeling clean and fresh. She would feel even better, if not for the fact that it was four o'clock in the morning and her entire body felt sore.

Damian had left the light on his little table on. Odile didn't bother turning on the big lights, instead heading right to the small kitchen. Quietly, she stuffed a microwaveable pasta into the microwave before pouring herself a cup of water.

As she waited for the meal to finish cooking, she walked over to check on Damian. He was sound asleep. She let out a shaky breath. She'd do her best not to wake him up, not wanting to disturb his rest, but considering how light of a sleeper he was...

A skill of survival, for people like them. Though Odile tended to be able to get a good night's sleep anyways. Nightmares might accompany slumber, but she rarely struggled to stay asleep.

She knelt down so they were eye-level. Inspected his features. Stared at his lashes, at the prominence of his nose bridge, the speckle of red of his mouth.

Her fingers brushed over his cheeks, featherlight.

Where she touched him, her skin tingled.

She swallowed, standing back up.

"Evening. Or is it morning?" his voice was muffled as he stirred, slowly opening his eyes. "You're back, so I'm assuming it's the morning."

"Go back to sleep, Damian. It's early."

"I'll be alright. Tough night?"

"Killer Croc."

"Ah, I hope you've showered, then."

"I have."

The microwave sounded then, and she walked over to take out her food. Along with that, she grabbed a newly washed fork, and then sat on the armchair beside Damian's sofa. "I'm going out for food with Cecily tomorrow afternoon. Do you want me to grab you anything?"

"I don't suppose there's some immediate cure that will get me out of here anytime soon?"

"No." Odile pulled a face. "Is it that bad? Would me staying in a bit more and keeping you company help?"

"That would be wonderful." Damian tilted his head. "It's the worst when I wake up and realise I'm all alone."

"Sure." She paused. "Really, you can probably move around now, albeit carefully. I'll take you downstairs for a walk one day. If you want more privacy, I could drive you to Wayne Manor for that?"

"Just around the area is fine." Damian shrugged. "My face isn't as recognisable as Father's." True. Bruce had done his best to keep Damian's face out of the picture until recent years, when he'd begun attending some public events on behalf of Wayne Enterprises.

But still, most people around the city wouldn't know his face.

"We can do that tomorrow, maybe." She looked thoughtful. "Or should I drive you to Robinson Park?"

"No need for all that." He yawned. "It'll all be fine. Don't worry about it."

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