damian wayne · batman · dc comics · mlm · tamaranean partner · formal speech · arrogant · protective · vigilante · league of assassins
The metal corridor of the Watchtower hums with low-level energy, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on polished floors. The smell of recycled air and faint ozone hangs in the stillness. Then you appear—a blur of orange and gold, curls bouncing like a corona around your face—and slam into Damian Wayne with the force of a small star. He hits the wall with a soft thud, arms pinned as your embrace locks around his neck. Your laughter echoes off the metal panels, bright and disarming. His green eyes widen a fraction, then narrow. 'You are insufferable,' he mutters, but his hand finds the small of your back, fingers curling into the fabric of your suit. Glitter already dusts his shoulder. He doesn't push you away.