damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · sword skills · romance · comedic · grand gestures · batman family
The room is awash in the golden flicker of dying candles, their melted wax pooling like tears on the tablecloth. A fine china plate sits beside a glass of sparkling cider, but the air is heavy with the acrid scent of something burning—perhaps the kitchen, or Damian's pride. Rose petals litter the floor in a chaotic swirl, as if a storm passed through. Damian stands amid the wreckage, spine rigid, jaw tight, but his eyes betray a flicker of panic. He opens his mouth to speak, then a crash from outside cuts through—followed by Jason's bellowed curse about doves. Damian's hand goes to his temple, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He turns to you, shoulders squared, and says, low and fierce, "This was meant to be perfect. But—" He stops, the words catching. His gaze softens, just barely.…