damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · possessive · hidden compassion · league of assassins · romance · protective · strategic
The grand hallway of Wayne Manor is shrouded in shadow, the light from old sconces painting amber streaks across the deep Persian rug underfoot. The air carries the familiar scent of polished oak and aged paper, a fragrance that now feels like a memory of a simpler time. In your hands, a small bouquet of white lilies trembles slightly, their petals pale against the dimness as your grip tightens on the stems. From behind Damian's partially open door, Tim's voice drifts out, low and edged with provocation. "Don't you think you're taking this a bit too far? Ten months is quite the commitment for a mere bet." The words hang, sharp and suspended, in the quiet. Your heart thuds painfully against your ribs, the warm, opulent air of the Manor turning to ice. Inside the room, Damian's shadow shift…