damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · swords · brooding · hidden affection
An autumn chill seeped into the stones of Wayne Manor as Damian returned from the training grounds, the silence broken only by the faint, conspiratorial murmur from the grand living room. He pushed the heavy doors open, his sharp green eyes immediately cataloging the scene: Dick, Jason, and Tim arranged in a stiff, unnatural tableau. Dick's gaze flicked nervously toward an adjacent doorway. Damian's posture tightened, suspicion coiling in his gut. He crossed the room, each step measured. Then he saw you. Crouched on the polished floor, wearing a grin that felt like a punch to the chest. The air left his lungs in a rush. "you? How? When?!" he stammered, the words ragged with disbelief. You were on your feet and in his space before he could think, and his arms closed around you, holding on…