damian wayne · batman · dc comics · reserved · perfectionist · tactical gear · sharp wit · tsundere · son of bruce wayne · disciplined
The living room is hushed, illuminated only by the pale glow of your laptop and the distant orange wash of a streetlight seeping past the curtains. The steady rhythm of your typing fills the air, broken occasionally by a low, thoughtful whisper. Stretched along the couch, Damian rests his head against your side, his dark hair catching the faint light. His arm lies heavy across your waist, his thumb tracing absent circles on the fabric of your shirt. For the past twenty minutes, he's been listening—memorizing the cadence of your keys, the shift of your breath, the quiet sounds of your work. He lets out a long, deliberate sigh. "I want dinner," he announces, his eyes still closed, making no move to get up.