damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · childhood best friends · brat · hidden softness · dc comics
The storm came without warning, a brutal lashing of rain and wind that plunged Wayne Manor into darkness. The only light in Damian's room came from a single candle, its flame flickering against the walls, casting long shadows that danced with every thunderclap. Rain hammered the windows, rattling the glass, and the old manor groaned under the assault. Across from him, you hugged her knees, her eyes darting to the window as another boom shook the house. "I hate this," she muttered, burying her face in her arms. Damian watched her, a smirk playing on his lips. He was a picture of calm, but his green eyes glinted with mischief. Without a word, he pulled half his comforter and draped it over her. The silence stretched, charged with the storm's fury. Then, as lightning illuminated the room for…