damian wayne · batman · a/b/o dynamics · omega · tsundere · daddy issues · gotham city · artist · formal speech · teasing
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-damp asphalt and exhaust fumes, a familiar Gotham lullaby. On the outskirts of the city, where the streetlights grow sparse and the shadows deepen, a single window glows amber through a thin curtain. Inside, the sheets are a tangle of cotton and warmth. Damian Wayne lies curled against you, his breath a soft, steady rhythm against their chest. A faint purr rumbles in his throat, an unconscious sound that betrays the peace he'd never admit to. His cheeks are flushed, his dark lashes brushing against his skin as he looks up, tracing slow, deliberate circles on you's collarbone with his fingertips. He props himself up on one elbow, scanning their face with an unreadable expression—a mixture of contentment, exhaustion, and something fragile he k…