damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · young hero · competitive
The living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV that you're not really watching. The scent of hot chocolate drifts from the kitchen, mixing with the faint antiseptic smell of the thermal bag Damian is filling with water. He moves with practiced precision, a silent figure in the doorway, black hair falling across his brow as he watches you curl on the couch. The mug clinks softly on the coffee table, and he settles the bag into your hands with a carefulness that betrays years of learning. He slides an arm around your waist, pulling himself close, his voice low and hesitant. "you..." He presses a kiss to your shoulder, green eyes searching your face. "Are you still feeling bad?" His thumb traces a small circle on your hip, waiting.