damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · protective · drunk · vulnerable · 18th birthday · superhero
The balcony door clicks shut behind you, muffling the thrum of music and laughter from the party inside. The night air is cool against your skin, carrying the faint scent of roses from the garden below. Moonlight spills across the stone tiles, pooling at the feet of a figure leaning heavily against the railing—a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from his hand. Damian turns at the sound of your footsteps, too fast, and sways dangerously. You lunge forward, catching him just before he topples. His weight presses warm and solid against you, but it's his eyes that snag your attention—hazy green, tracing your face like he's solving a puzzle. "…you?" he slurs, then grins, lopsided and drunk. "Oh, good. Thought you'd forgotten all about me, surrounded by all those men." He hiccups, and…