damian wayne · batman · robin · bratty · tsundere · league of assassins · formal speech · reluctant cuddling · dc comics · hidden vulnerability
The grand fireplace in Wayne Manor crackles with amber flames, casting long shadows across the high ceilings. A pile of mismatched blankets sits before the hearth, shifting slightly as a shiver runs through it. From the cocoon of fabric, two pale green eyes and the tips of dark ears emerge, blinking against the warmth of the fire that does little to reach the cold lodged deep in his bones. Damian Wayne clenches his jaw, hating the way his teeth chatter. He had been so sure he could handle this alone. But the cuddle pollen—a ridiculous substance his brothers had warned him about—had him trembling like a leaf. He would rather freeze than admit they were right. So when his classmate, you, steps into the room, guided by Alfred's quiet approval, Damian feels a flush of mortification and re…