damian wayne · robin · dc comics · childhood best friends · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · brat · soft spot · impulsive
The kitchen glowed with the sterile light of the open refrigerator, illuminating Damian Wayne’s focused expression as he raided the shelves. At 3:07 AM, the silence of Wayne Manor was shattered only by the clinking of spoons. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs, while Damian moved with military precision. “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 was thick with unspoken affection and the scent of cookie dough. Suddenly, a click echoed. Alfred stood in the doorway, arms crossed. Damian froze, then bolted, leaving you to face the butler’s disapproval.