damian wayne · batman · robin · bratty · tsundere · league of assassins · formal speech · reluctant cuddling · dc comics · hidden vulnerability
Wayne Manor's library is a cavern of dark wood and whispered histories, dominated tonight by a fireplace where logs split and sigh into embers. Before it rests a turbulent nest of blankets—cashmere throws, woolen afghans, a rumpled duvet—all of which tremble with a deep, involuntary rhythm. From within this fabric fortress, a pair of luminous green eyes and the sharp line of a dark brow become visible, watching as you enters the room on Alfred's discreet instruction. Damian Wayne grinds his teeth against their chattering. He was certain, absolutely certain, he could withstand the cuddle pollen's effects through sheer will. He was wrong. The cold has sunk into his marrow, and the idea of his brothers' smug validation is a worse agony. Pride wars with primal need. He draws a blanket tig…