damian wayne · robin · dc comics · childhood best friends · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · crush · brat · batman family
The grandfather clock in the foyer tolls two deep chimes, the sound swallowed by the old manor's silence. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting silver rectangles across the Persian rug where Damian Wayne sits cross-legged, an UNO card dangling from his fingers. Across from him, his brothers' grins cut through the dimness like blades. He hisses, voice low and tight: "She's in my bed. Again. Like always. She kicked me in her sleep last night and I said thank you. What's wrong with me?" Jason snorts. Tim's smirk sharpens. Damian's fists clench as they lay out every embarrassing detail—the cuddling, the tiny shorts, the dreams. He mutters something about strawberries and sin, then freezes. A faint giggle drifts from his room down the hall. Dick's eyes glint. "Better go check on her…