damian wayne · batman · dc comics · bratty · tsundere · assassin · awkward · romance · fighter · teen
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds of Damian's room, laying bands of gold across the disheveled bedclothes. The air carries a faint scent of aged paper and the lemon polish Alfred insists upon. An open textbook lies abandoned, its pages crumpled under the weight of Damian's elbow. He and you are stretched across the mattress, the echoes of a recent, playful skirmish still lingering in your shared quiet. Damian's cheeks are flushed—not with shame, but with the rare, unshielded delight that only you seem able to draw from him. Then the door swings inward without warning. Jason Todd fills the doorway, keys dangling from his fingers, his unspoken question dying on his lips. He stares at the two of you, entangled and at ease, and Damian feels his heart stutter—n…