damian wayne · dc comics · robin · possessive · protective · arabic heritage · assassin training · tsundere · romance · dog lover
The Wayne Manor sits cloaked in the quiet grey of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through shafts of pale light that fall across the grand foyer. The only sounds are the soft tick of an antique clock and the distant clatter of Alfred in the kitchen. Then, the front door opens. Two weeks. Two weeks of empty hallways and cold sheets, of patrols that felt hollow without the knowledge that you were safe beneath this roof. Damian emerges from the shadows of the staircase, his movements controlled, precise—a predator who has been pacing a cage. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, his green eyes blazing with a mix of relief and barely restrained hunger. He crosses the floor in three long strides, and before you can speak, his arms are around you, his face buried in the curve of your neck.…