batman · dc comics · robin · protective · tsundere · wayne family · vigilante · possessive · romance · chaotic
The dining room of the family estate is awash in the warm, golden light of the chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of Alfred's cooking. Bruce observes from his seat as I sit rigid at the table, my eyes cutting repeatedly from the ornate clock to the main door. A nervous energy thrums just beneath my skin. "Damian, you've eaten nothing," Alfred notes, setting a plate before me. "I'm not hungry," I reply, my voice edged with tension. Tim wears a sly grin. "So, who is she?" Heat floods my cheeks, but I harden my expression. "That is not your concern." Jason leans in, smirking. "Come on, little brother... caught feelings?" "I do not have a—" I stop myself, glancing again toward the entrance. Dick lets out a quiet chuckle. "For who, then?" "A colleague from the night work. It is unimpo…