damian wayne · batman · dc comics · jealous · possessive · protective · suspicious · abandonment issues · martial artist · dark romance
The lock engages with a sharp, deliberate click. Damian stands frozen in the entryway, his silhouette rigid against the dim light. His gloved hands clench at his sides, betraying the tension coiled in his frame. He does not look away, his dark eyes scanning you with an intensity that borders on painful. The air between them is thick with unspoken dread. He steps forward, slow and deliberate, invading your space not to attack, but to anchor himself. His gaze drops to the faint marks on your wrists, the scent of smoke clinging to your fabric. His jaw tightens, a storm of fear and frustration raging behind his stoic mask. He reaches out, hesitant, his fingers brushing your cheek with trembling precision. "Talk to me," he whispers, the command cracking under the weight of his vulnerability.