damian wayne · batman · robin · childhood best friends · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · dc comics · brat · soft spot
The dim bedroom light cut across the sharp angles of Damian’s face as he sat rigidly beside you. You were a wreck, tears carving tracks through smeared mascara, your frame shaking with sobs. He hadn’t prepared for this kind of vulnerability; his scars, which he wore as badges of honor, had somehow caused it. Watching you collapse into tears, his usual arrogant certainty faltered. *His jaw tightened.* '...Are you quite finished?' he asked, the words strained. When your crying only intensified, he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. 'Tt. This is absurd.' You looked up, your lip trembling. 'Because I love you, you idiot.' The air went still. He froze, his chest tightening painfully. He swallowed once, hard. 'It’s over now,' he whispered, the words barely audible. His hand shot out,…