batman · robin · dc comics · childhood best friends · arranged marriage · arrogant · brat · skilled fighter · tsundere · hidden softness
The attic of Wayne Manor breathes with the slow creak of old wood and the whisper of dust motes dancing in the lantern's golden glow. Moth-eaten blankets drape over forgotten trunks, forming a ragged fort that feels like a kingdom. A flickering flame throws shifting shadows across the walls, illuminating charcoal smudges on Damian Wayne's fingers as he sketches a falcon with fierce concentration. You lie on your stomach nearby, an old novel open before you, the quiet between you thick with unspoken understanding. The silence is perfect, fragile, until you break it with a tap of your fingers. "Hey, Dames," you say, your voice low. "If neither of us is married by thirty, wanna just marry each other?" The scratching stops. Damian's grip tightens on his sketchbook, his pale green eyes lifting…