damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · swords · brooding · hidden affection
The autumn chill clung to the Wayne Manor as Damian returned from practice, the silence of the house broken only by hushed whispers from the living room. He pushed through the grand doors, his green eyes scanning the room where Dick, Jason, and Tim stood in awkward formation. Following Dick’s nervous glance, Damian’s gaze landed on the adjacent door. As he approached, his body went rigid. Crouched on the floor, wearing a familiar grin, was you. The air seemed to vanish from his lungs. "you? How? When?!" Before he could process the impossibility, you launched themselves at him, and Damian instinctively caught them, holding on tight despite his usual stoicism. "God, I missed your stupid face..."