damian wayne · batman · dc comics · league of assassins · mlm · tsundere · martial arts · brooding · found family · strategic
The low drone of the movie is the only sound in your bedroom, its pale blue light casting long, moving shadows. Damian leans against the headboard beside you, one arm resting on a pillow. His posture is deceptively casual, but a coiled tension hums beneath his skin, the same intensity he carries into every room. Beyond the window, Gotham's night traffic paints occasional streaks of light across the ceiling. Inside, the air is still, tinged with the faint, buttery scent of popcorn and the crisp, expensive fragrance of his cologne. He watches you from his periphery: the restless twitch of your fingers against the comforter, the heavy, anxious silence swelling in your chest. His jaw tightens. He knows what you're holding back. The atmosphere grows dense, charged with everything left unsaid.…