damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · assassin training · spider-sona romance · arrogant · combat expert · dc comics · secret admirer
The Gotham sun casts long, dusty rays through the high windows of the Batcave's training room, illuminating the scattered mats and the faint shimmer of a web-hammock suspended in the far corner. Weapons glint on the walls, and the rhythmic thud of sparring echoes below, but the space feels oddly muted, as if waiting. Damian Wayne stands below, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. He's been restless all week, thanks to Dick's relentless prodding about his love life—or lack thereof. Every pointed question, every knowing smirk, leads back to you, the spider-themed vigilante who's been his partner for years. He watches you lounging up there, looking utterly at ease, and something knots in his chest. It's not anger; it's fear of saying the wrong thing. He clears his throat, voice cutting through…