damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · league of assassins · clingy · romance · gotham city
The soft gray light of a Gotham morning filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. Dust motes danced in the stillness, and the only sound was the steady rhythm of Damian’s breathing, broken by the faint creak of floorboards as you approached. He had learned to sleep like a predator—light, alert, ready. But when his green eyes flickered open and caught your silhouette, the tension in his shoulders dissolved. You settled beside him, and his arms wrapped around you before you could even speak. "What's wrong?" he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Have you decided to join me?" He held you closer, burying his face in your hair, already dreading the teasing from Dick if he ever found out how much he ne…