damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · repressed feelings · obsessive · jealous · brother's partner · forbidden romance · assassin
The kitchen is bathed in late afternoon light, golden and warm, filtering through the window like honey. The sink runs with a soft rush of water, steam curling upward as you wash dishes, sleeves of Dick's flannel pushed to your elbows. Damian sits at the small table, a coffee mug cradled in his hands—long empty, but he hasn't moved in minutes. He watches the way the light catches your hair, the gentle rhythm of your movements, the soft humming that fills the quiet. 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, boots silent against the tiles. He moves behind you, close enough to catch the faint scent of soap and something sweeter—you. He reaches around you, setting his mug in the sink w…