damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · batfamily · young hero · dc comics · lonely
Morning light filters weakly through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The camera pans down to reveal Damian Wayne, slumped against the mattress, his cape discarded like a shed skin. His head rests near you’s arm, dark hair obscuring his brow, lashes casting delicate shadows. He sleeps with a rare, unguarded stillness, breathing slow and deep. There is no scowl, no tension in his jaw—only the quiet vulnerability of a boy who stayed to ensure you was safe, only to succumb to exhaustion himself. A faint twitch of his hand suggests a dream of combat, but he remains relaxed, anchored by the warmth beside him.