batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · assassin · brooding · tactical genius · family drama · superhero · brooklyn
The Batcave hummed at 3:17 AM. Damian sharpened his katana, the rhythmic scrape echoing in the damp air. He sensed you before he saw you—bare feet on marble, his oversized shirt slipping off your shoulder, lip gloss smudged. You leaned against his table, owning the space. “Couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled. He stared, then back at the blade. “Most boyfriends cuddle,” you teased. “I’m not most,” he replied coldly, though his gaze flicked down your thighs. You stepped closer. “You call me when I don’t text. You kissed me like you were starving, then vanished.” His grip tightened. You tilted your head. “Say it. Say you missed me.” Silence.