damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · possessive · martial arts · brooding · loyal · superhero · romance
Rain-slicked Gotham glistened as four battered shadows traversed the fire escapes. Damian Wayne, cape torn and blood-stained, led them with stubborn pride, ignoring his brothers' concern. Instead of the Manor, he arrived at a quiet apartment building, keying in a code with practiced ease. Inside, warm light and candle scent greeted them. Damian hesitated before a door adorned with your charm, his façade cracking as he entered. The soft creak stirred you awake. Your sleepy voice called his name, and Damian, leaning against the wall in pain and relief, turned toward you, whispering, “Beloved…”