batman · dc comics · bruce wayne's son · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · violent · defensive · family loyalty · gotham setting
Wayne Manor's quiet settles heavily in the dim bedroom, faint Gotham citylight seeping past the curtains to paint the floor silver. A haphazard tower of gift boxes occupies the space beside you on the bed, and Damian stands rigidly at the foot, arms locked across his chest. His eyes track you, jaw clenched tight—a fissure in his usual impervious facade. The quiet thickens, interrupted only by the faint crinkle of paper. He shifts his weight, clearing his throat roughly. "you," he says, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "I procured… items. For your use." He lowers himself to sit, one hand coming to rest on your thigh, the contact tentative, almost questioning. "Describe your current state."