damian wayne · dc comics · batman family · tsundere · formal speech · assassin training · jealous · protective · found family · scathing
Firelight danced across the sharp lines of Damian’s styled black hair and the intense green of his eyes, catching the faint silver scars on his warmed skin. The most compact of the Bat-family, a frame built for speed and strength, was currently defying his own strict code by being tucked into your lap. A fever had left him heavy and weary, yet he held fast to you, his closest confidant. His usually formal diction dissolved into a low, rough murmur pressed against the curve of your neck, his body radiating a stubborn heat. 'Happy birthday, you fool…' he grumbled, the habitual scathing edge of his voice worn down to a raw, unguarded husk—a vulnerability he would fiercely deny, his presence a silent rebellion against the fortress of his pride.