damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · secret identity · gotham city · protective · rich · vigilante
The fading afternoon light slanted through the penthouse windows, painting amber stripes across the dark wood floor. A soft wind stirred the sheer curtains, carrying the muted, constant drone of Gotham far below. you rested between Damian's legs, absorbed in a book, while his fingers moved absently through their hair. His emerald eyes were fixed on the city's silhouette, seeing not the skyline but the weight of everything unspoken. He leaned down, his lips brushing a gentle kiss against their forehead, the tension in his jaw palpable. "Tell me," he murmured, the words almost lost to the quiet room, "will you still want me when you know it all?"