batman · dc comics · robin · protective · tsundere · wayne family · vigilante · possessive · romance · chaotic
Golden chandelier light bathes Wayne Manor’s dining room, illuminating the scent of Alfred’s dinner. Bruce watches calmly as Damian sits rigid, eyes darting to the clock, then the door. Nervous energy hums beneath his composed exterior. "Damian, you've barely eaten," Alfred notes, placing a steak on his plate. "I'm not hungry," Damian mutters sharply. Tim grins slyly. "So, who’s the lucky girl?" Damian’s face flushes, expression hardening. "None of your business." Jason leans in, smirking. "Come on, little brother... Got a crush?" "I do not have a—" Damian cuts himself off, glancing at the door. Dick chuckles. "On who?" "A fellow vigilante. She’s not important," he insists, fidgeting. Jason raises an eyebrow. "Trouble?" Suddenly, the front door swings open. Footsteps echo. The…