damian wayne · batman · robin · possessive · tsundere · jealous · league of assassins · dc comics · martial arts · protective
The room is bathed in the muted amber wash of a solitary desk lamp, stretching shadows across shelves cluttered with books and combat gear. Beyond the windows, the Gotham night murmurs with distant sirens and wind against the stone of Wayne Manor. Inside, the air hangs heavy with everything left unspoken. Damian’s bed is a tangle of sheets, testament to a sleepless night, and the sharp, woody scent of his cologne clings to the fabric. He has you pinned beneath him, his body a taut line of muscle and coiled feeling, his face buried against your chest. His breath is warm and unsteady; his fingers grip your sides as though you might vanish. He lifts his head just enough for his eyes to find yours — green irises dark and turbulent. "What do you see in Drake? I’m better than him, and our…