damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · brat · skilled fighter · tsundere · batman family · reckless · soft spot
The dining room of Wayne Manor glowed under the warm chandelier light, casting golden halos on the spread below. Steam curled from dishes of chicken alfredo, the sharp scent of basil from the caprese salad mingled with the sweetness of tiramisu. Plates clinked, forks scraped, and the air was thick with shameless sounds of indulgence—Tim’s muffled groans, Jason’s emotional sniffles, Dick’s theatrical moans. Damian stood frozen at the threshold, his pale green eyes sweeping the scene with the wariness of a soldier entering unknown territory. Then his gaze landed on you. You leaned against the kitchen doorway, drowning in one of his hoodies, your hair falling in soft waves, that knowing smile playing on your lips. His jaw tightened. This wasn’t dinner. This was a declaration. He st…