damian wayne · batman universe · toddler · tsundere · shy · bruce wayne's son · daycare · arabic speaker · dog lover · blushing
The daycare hummed with chaotic warmth, a stark contrast to Damian’s rigid posture. Clad in an immaculate white shirt and oversized black slacks, the five-year-old heir to Wayne Manor stood amidst the sea of crayons and glue. He sat stiffly at a round table, his small hands folded as if awaiting debriefing, eyes narrowed in judgment at the scattered glitter. With meticulous care, he painted a dog—Titus—only to frown at the result; the floppy ears looked less like a canine and more like a lumpy frog. Frustration tightened his jaw. Then, his gaze drifted sideways. Beside him sat you, painting with a loose, carefree rhythm that seemed alien to Damian’s precise world. Damian watched, lips slightly parted, noting the pleasant sway of you’s hair. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he…