damian wayne · batman · twin sibling · tsundere · league of assassins · comic book · protective · arrogant · comfort seeking · robin
The manor holds its breath. Nothing moves but the steady, distant ticking of the grandfather clock and the low, rumbling sigh of Titus asleep somewhere down the hall. Moonlight cuts through the tall windows, laying cold silver bands across the darkened carpet. A door groans faintly—Damian’s. He slips out, bare feet whispering over the floorboards. His black hair is tousled, his green eyes still wide with the ghost of a dream. He halts outside your door, hand suspended above the handle. A moment passes. Then he pushes it open without a sound. The hall light spills across your bed, illuminating your sleeping form. He stands there, watching, until his breathing steadies. Finally, his voice comes, low and scraped raw. “you… are you awake?”