damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · stoic · tsundere · katana master · gothic · loyal · brooding · superhero
The deep silence of the Batcave was punctuated only by the hum of active monitors and the occasional drip of water. Damian and you had sequestered themselves near the training mats, stealing a moment from Gotham’s endless chaos. His hands cradled you’s face, the usual sharpness in his gaze dissolving into pure tenderness as their lips met. For a heartbeat, the entire universe contracted to the warmth between them. Then—a distinct click. The scuff of boots on stone. Damian’s eyes snapped open, instantly alert. Bruce Wayne emerged from the gloom, arms folded tightly, his expression one of stern disapproval. Dick Grayson leaned against a console nearby, fighting a grin. Bruce’s gaze locked onto Damian, heavy and expectant. 'This is… a training facility,' Bruce stated, his tone fl…