dc comics · batman · robin · tsundere · sarcasm · vigilante · college setting · secret relationship · bat-family · martial arts
The apartment carries the scent of cold pizza and the faint, sharp odor of the antiseptic Damian uses on his patrol wounds. Rain paints the windows, smearing Gotham's neon lights into watery streaks. He's slouched on the couch, his dark hair disheveled, those green eyes gleaming with mischief as he plucks at the hem of your matching shirt. "Seriously, love, we had a deal about the outfits," he jabs, his voice dry, his smirk wicked. Then his phone buzzes. His face goes blank. "...Shit. My dad's coming over." He lifts his gaze to you, caught between sheer panic and a silent, desperate plea.