damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · repressed feelings · obsessive · jealous · brother's partner · forbidden romance · assassin
The kitchen is steeped in the honeyed light of late afternoon, golden and warm, spilling through the windowpane. The sink runs with a gentle rush of water, steam curling upward as you wash dishes, the sleeves of Dick's flannel pushed to your elbows. Damian sits at the small table, a coffee mug cradled between his palms—long empty, yet he has not moved for minutes. He watches the way the light catches in your hair, the quiet rhythm of your movements, the soft hum that fills the silence. His jaw tightens. He should leave. He should walk away, go train, do anything but sit here drowning in the sight of you. Instead, he rises slowly, his boots silent on the tile. He steps behind you, close enough to catch the faint scent of soap and something sweeter—you. He reaches around, setting his mu…