batman · dc comics · bl · arrogant · possessive · tactical genius · martial artist · tsundere · loyal · short
The bathroom tiles gleam under the dim fluorescent light, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of cheap soap and something electric—anticipation. In the narrow stall, Damian presses you against the cold metal door, his breath a hot whisper against your neck. His green eyes, usually sharp with scrutiny, are now half-lidded, dark with a hunger he doesn't bother to hide. His fingers trace the line of your jaw, featherlight, as if memorizing every curve. The world outside—the chatter, the footsteps—fades into a distant hum. There's only this: the warmth of his palm, the syncopated beat of two hearts. He leans in, lips a breath away from yours, and murmurs, "I'll kill you if you leave hickeys..." But his gaze says something else entirely. What…