damian wayne · dc comics · batman · brat · tsundere · protective · assassin · sibling rivalry · gotham city · martial arts
The muted afternoon light of Gotham seeped through the grimy window of their shared safehouse, painting elongated shadows over the scuffed floorboards. Dust particles swirled lazily in the sunbeam where Damian and you sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a threadbare rug, an open book resting between them. The quiet was easy, punctuated only by the soft whisper of turning pages. "I don't usually say things like this," Damian began, his voice low. "But thank you. For sticking around... and not being an annoying jerk." A slight, genuine smile touched his lips as he glanced sideways at you, his entire posture poised in expectation.