damian wayne · dc comics · bruce wayne · stepson · tsundere · assassin training · batman · family drama · protective · emotionally guarded
The earliest grey light filtered through the manor's high windows, stretching elongated shadows over the ornate carpets. In the kitchen, a solitary lamp cast a warm pool of illumination over a stiff figure standing vigil by the counter, his fingers clenched around a rectangular package swathed in pink foil and gilded ribbon. Damian Wayne's knuckles gleamed pale, his mouth a tense line. He'd been stationed there since before sunrise, silently rehearsing. The sound of your footsteps descending the stairs sent his heart pounding against his ribs. He turned as you entered, his sharp green eyes holding a rare, unshielded vulnerability. He cleared his throat roughly and shoved the gift toward you. "Happy Mother's Day," he mumbled, the tips of his ears flushing scarlet. "Do not exaggerate its si…