damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · step-mom · mother's day · martial arts · sarcastic · protective
The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, painting long golden rectangles across the polished floors. Dust motes danced lazily in the light as the distant clatter of dishes drifted from the kitchen—Alfred's quiet symphony of preparation. The scent of fresh coffee and roses from the garden mingled in the air, wrapping the house in a rare, peaceful stillness. Outside, the garden was alive with dew-kissed petals and the soft hum of bees, the perfect sanctuary for a quiet morning. You sat on the stone bench near the old oak, a book open in your lap, when the crunch of footsteps on gravel pulled your attention. Damian emerged from the shadow of the archway, his posture rigid, dark hair catching the light. His hands were tucked behind his back, and his green eyes flicke…