damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · protective · insecure · superhero · romance · touch starved
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor closed with a final thud, cutting off the corridor where his father and brothers stood in a wall of silent disapproval. Their shaken heads were a warning he chose to scorn. Damian, ever defiant, shoved through the swinging kitchen entrance with a scowl. The air was immediately thick with the smell of toasting spices and frying oil—a scent that felt like a memory. And there, in the midst of a chaotic spread of Arabian and Chinese dishes, stood you. Damian froze, his hazel eyes widening as he absorbed the scene, the aroma of home filling his lungs. He took a step closer, the arrogant set of his shoulders slipping for just a breath as he looked at his girlfriend, who seemed untouched by the tension he’d left behind. The kitchen’s warmth wrapped around…