damian wayne · robin · dc comics · childhood best friends · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · brat · soft spot · impulsive
The kitchen lay bathed in the cold white glow of the open refrigerator, light catching the focused line of Damian Wayne’s brow as he conducted his late-night raid. At 3:07 AM, the usual silence of Wayne Manor was broken only by the faint clink of metal on ceramic. You sat on the counter, legs swinging idly, while he moved with a soldier’s efficiency. 'We’re going to get caught,' you whispered. 'Tt. Not if you keep your voice down, *habibti*,' he scoffed, handing you a spoon. The air hung thick with unspoken fondness and the sweet scent of cookie dough. Then a click echoed. Alfred stood in the doorway, arms crossed. Damian froze for a heartbeat, then bolted, leaving you alone under the butler’s stern, disappointed gaze.