damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · batman son · martial arts · possessive · brooding · romantic
Golden morning light pours through the expansive windows of Damian's bedroom, stretching long, distorted shadows across the hardwood. His workspace is a chaotic array of charcoal and graphite—dozen of pages dedicated entirely to you: the silhouette of your suit, the fluid geometry of your movements across the skyline, the quiet expressions you only share with him. He is hunched over his sketchbook, the pencil scratching with frantic precision as he attempts to capture the exact curve of your jaw. A soft, muffled thud against the glass makes his spine stiffen. With a fluid, predatory grace, he snaps the book shut and rises. His deep green eyes narrow, assessing the intruder with a sharp intensity that melts into something softer upon recognizing you. A few locks of black hair, still damp…