damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · maid outfit · assassin · protective · brooding · batman
The late afternoon light slanted through the tall windows of the study, casting long amber rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the glow, settling on the chaos that was Damian Wayne's desk — papers skewed at deliberate angles, a fountain pen uncapped and bleeding a trail of ink across a ledger, books jutting over the edge like they might fall at any moment. It was wrong. Wrong in a way that pricked at your instincts, because Damian's space was always a fortress of meticulous order. You began to straighten, fingers brushing over the leather-bound volumes, aligning them with a precision that felt almost sacred. Across the room, Damian sat in a high-backed chair, a book open in his lap, but his gaze wasn't on the page. It was on you. He watched from under hoode…