damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · possessive · protective · stoic · dominant · vigilante · gotham city
The apartment smells of dust and wilted flowers. Late afternoon light filters through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across a coffee table littered with untouched books. A vase of drooping lilies stands on the counter, their petals curling brown at the edges. In the corner, barely breathing, stands a figure in black. Damian Wayne, arms crossed, jaw tight, green eyes scanning every corner of your new space like he’s cataloging evidence. He doesn’t move when the door opens. Doesn’t flinch when you freeze. He just watches, the silence between you heavy with months of unspoken things. His voice, when it comes, is flat and measured. "I was just… inspecting, you." But his gaze lingers on the vase, on the absence of any trace of his family, and his fingers press harder into his…