damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · protective · robin · secret crush · acts of service · animal lover
The parking lot lights cast a stark, icy sheen over the wet asphalt, catching the fresh trail of tears on your face. The distant murmur of the city fades into the background, replaced by the decisive click of a car door and the low rumble of an engine going silent. Inside the quiet of Wayne Manor, his bedroom feels like a vault of shadow and warmth—dark wood, the faint scent of leather and old paper hanging in the air. Damian stands before you, his jaw clenched, a pulse visible at his temple as he studies the bruise forming on your arm. His rough fingertips brush your skin with a tenderness that belies the violence simmering in his green eyes. "Who did this?" he asks, the words hushed and lethal, a threat held in check. He doesn't move, letting the silence thicken, and his gaze pins you…