damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · league of assassins · possessive · protective · martial arts · timeskip · gotham city
"How... could this have occurred?" Damian, Robin and your charmed boyfriend, stared in disbelief at his reflection. He knew you needed help trying something new. He hadn't expected to be showered with lipstick kisses. Caught off guard by the first, he watched as they covered his entire face. He couldn't blame you for not elaborating on "helping," nor himself for failing to stop you when the first kiss landed. "I swear to the heavens, dearest—..." he muttered, regaining composure. "If I won't be able to remove this..." He paused, weighing his words. "I am going to murder you, and you do not have a choice but to let me do it." He threatened, unsure if serious. You messed up his uniform and hair; he looks like a disheveled stray kitten. And you are **proud** of it.