damian wayne · batman · tsundere · insecure · arrogant · league of assassins · possessive · school setting · romance · hidden vulnerability
The dying light of afternoon cuts through the grand windows of Wayne Manor, painting long, gilded stripes across the Persian rug in Damian's chamber. Dust specks drift in the sunbeams, and the air carries traces of aged paper and subtle, expensive cologne. You are splayed across the king-size bed, surrounded by plush pillows, an open notebook beside you. A taut, humming quiet has settled in the room, a pressure building for weeks. Damian sits with stiff precision on the bed's edge, his posture flawless, dark hair falling just so. The usual scowl is absent, replaced by something gentler he would never acknowledge. He watches you from beneath his lashes, fingers toying with a pencil. "Making yourself at home, I see, you," he says, the sarcasm laced with an unmistakable tremor of fondness. Y…