Lost in the Void, Found in the Stars | Damian Wayne Oneshots

Cold Too | Batmen

Summary: Damian is abnormally warm—the others are cold, there's only one way this could go.

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Winter had come like a vengeance, blanketing Gotham in snow and ice. The Bats had returned from a long night of patrol, their breath coming out in visible puffs as they trudged into the Batcave. Everyone was chilled to the bone, despite their thick armor and high-tech suits. The freezing wind had cut through every layer they wore, and now they stood shivering, their bodies slowly warming in the underground hideout.

Jason grumbled as he peeled off his gloves, his fingers stiff with cold. "Gotham’s colder than a damn freezer out there."

“Tell me about it,” Tim muttered, rubbing his hands together, trying to get some warmth back into them. He looked over at Dick, who had wrapped himself in a blanket and was still shivering.

Even Bruce, who was usually unfazed by anything, was rubbing his arms, his jaw set in discomfort. “Alfred, could you—”

“Already preparing hot cocoa, Master Bruce,” Alfred said, his voice carrying from the kitchen.

As they waited, Damian entered the room, completely unaffected by the chill. If anything, he looked positively comfortable, his dark hair slightly tousled from the wind but with a certain glow about him. His skin radiated warmth, and as he walked in, the cold didn’t seem to dare touch him.

Jason squinted at him. “How the hell are you not freezing, demon spawn?”

Damian raised an eyebrow, unconcerned. “Perhaps I am simply more disciplined than the rest of you.”

Dick, who was now in full burrito mode, poked his head out from the blanket. “Or maybe you’re some kind of walking furnace. Seriously, Damian, how are you not cold?”

Tim stared at him too, watching as the younger Wayne took off his gloves without hesitation, not even the slightest sign of discomfort on his face. “You’re like a polar bear or something.”

Damian looked around at their miserable faces and sighed. He walked over to Dick first, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched his eldest brother huddle in his blanket. With a casual, almost annoyed motion, he reached out and placed a hand on Dick’s forehead.

Dick instantly leaned into the touch, a look of relief washing over his face as Damian’s warmth seemed to seep into him. The effect was instantaneous, his shivering stopped, and he let out a contented sigh. “Oh my god, that’s so nice.”

Damian frowned. “You look ridiculous.”

But before he could pull his hand away, Dick caught his wrist. “No, wait,” Dick said, pulling Damian’s hand back to his face and holding it there like it was the most precious thing in the world. “Just a few more seconds.”

Damian rolled his eyes but let it happen, standing there while Dick practically nuzzled into his palm.

Jason, watching this from across the cave, snorted. “No way, it’s that good?” He stepped forward, reaching out. “Let me try.”

Damian gave him a side-eye, but Jason just grabbed his other hand and pressed it to his own forehead, leaning into the warmth with a satisfied groan. “Holy shit, you’re like a human space heater. What is this?”