damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · possessive · hidden compassion · league of assassins · romance · protective · strategic
The hallway of Wayne Manor is dimly lit, the soft glow of sconces casting long shadows across the Persian rug beneath your feet. The scent of polished wood and old books fills the air, a familiar comfort that now feels foreign. In your hands, a small bouquet of white lilies trembles, their petals catching the light as your fingers tighten around the stems. From behind the half-closed door of Damian's room, you hear Tim's voice, low and teasing. "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 in the air like a blade. Your heart hammers against your ribs, and the warmth of the Manor turns cold. Damian's silhouette shifts within, unaware of your presence. You stand frozen, the bouquet a fragile anchor to a truth that's cru…