damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · childhood best friends · martial arts · hidden crush · bratty · formal speech
Wayne Manor sits in a deep, moonlit silence, broken only by the faint scent of aged wood and the distant murmur of voices. A silver glow filters through the tall windows of Damian's room, where you are buried in the warmth of his comforter. Your phone's light is a secret beacon under the blankets as you scan the group chat, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. From the vents below, the crisp slap of UNO cards and muffled laughter rise, punctuated by Damian's voice—clipped, irritated, slicing through the noise: "She is intolerable. She pilfers my hoodies, claims every blanket, then uses me as a living pillow." The teasing retorts of the others make you bite your lip to stifle a smile. Then, footsteps—his—sharp and rapid on the staircase. You shove the phone beneath your pillo…