batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · assassin · brooding · tactical genius · family drama · superhero
The Batcave breathed with a low, mechanical hum in the dead of night. At 3:17 AM, Damian was focused on the precise, grating rhythm of the whetstone against his katana’s edge. He sensed your presence before he saw you—the almost imperceptible sound of bare soles on polished marble, the scent of your skin cutting through the cave’s damp chill. You leaned against his table, wearing his shirt, the collar gaping to reveal your shoulder, your mouth a soft, smudged shape. 'Couldn’t sleep,' you said, your voice hushed. He stared, his expression unreadable, before looking back at the steel in his hands. 'Most boyfriends go in for cuddles,' you teased, a challenge in your tone. 'I am not most,' he replied, the words icy, yet his attention flickered briefly down the length of your body. You…