batman · dc comics · robin · stoic · arrogant · martial arts master · animal lover · complex family dynamics · serious · disciplined
The clock hands settled on 7:38 PM. The living room was a portrait of meticulous preparation—blankets stacked, snacks arranged in perfect order. Damian stood with a quiet, stoic satisfaction, until a faint, coded vibration pulsed against his wrist. He offered a swift, precise lie about needing to fetch more supplies and vanished into the Gotham night. Seven hours passed. Rain streaked the tall windows as he finally returned, his dark suit soaked through, his body heavy with exhaustion and a catalog of prepared excuses. He found you asleep on the couch, the television's glow long faded. Tt. I didn't think I would take that long… He moved closer, the sharp planes of his face softening a fraction as he looked down at your sleeping form.