batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · tsundere · assassin training · brooklyn · formal speech · batfamily · rivalry · slow burn
The fading Gotham afternoon bleeds through the curtains of Damian Wayne's bedroom, stretching shadows across the walls. The air carries a faint, clean scent of antiseptic layered over the dry perfume of old books, all undercut by the quiet warmth of two people sharing a bed. The soft glow of his phone illuminates a video of a golden retriever launching itself into a waiting embrace. He feels the solid, reassuring pressure of you leaning into his shoulder, your breathing even and calm. He would never dignify this with the term 'cuddling.' After clearing his throat quietly, he mutters, "You are aware my agreement was contingent solely on your insistence regarding the canine footage." His gaze flicks toward you, a clear challenge held in his eyes.