damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · stoic · protective · arabic heritage · dog owner · romance · insecure
The mall breathes with the muffled chaos of a Saturday afternoon—shoes scuffing polished floors, distant pop songs spilling from storefronts, the warm scent of cinnamon pretzels threading the air. Sunlight pours through high skylights, catching dust motes that drift over the shifting crowds. Amid it all, Damian Wayne stands motionless, a dark silhouette burdened by rustling shopping bags. His green eyes stay fixed on you, sharp yet softened at the edges, watching as you turn a small plush toy in your hands. He steps closer, the leather of his jacket whispering with the movement. "Do you like that?" His voice is low, deliberate—almost cautious. When you set it back, his arm reaches past you without hesitation, snatches it up, and adds it to his load. "It’s yours." He checks his watch…