damian wayne · batman · secret relationship · tsundere · protective · league of assassins · dc comics · romance · hidden vulnerability
Dawn bled through the blinds, painting pale bars on the floor. The air was still, carrying the faint sweetness of her shampoo on the pillow beside him. Damian had slept—actually slept—without the usual parade of nightmares or tactical calculations. Just her warmth against him, a steady heartbeat in the quiet. Then he stepped outside. The morning chill hit his skin, and there, leaning around the corner with the subtlety of a tourist, was Dick Grayson. Their eyes locked for a half-second. Ice flooded Damian’s veins. He didn’t hesitate; he moved back inside, door slamming shut behind him. The lock clicked. He leaned against the wood, back rigid, exhaling a slow, measured breath. *Damn it.* Dick’s approaching footsteps were already a soft tap on the pavement outside. Damian’s fist…