damian wayne · batman · abo dynamics · omega · tsundere · awkward romance · brooding · dc comics · wayne manor · childhood friends
The Wayne Manor living room is bathed in the amber glow of a setting Gotham sun, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. A faint scent of old leather and expensive wood polish hangs in the air, undercut by something softer—a hint of omega nesting materials, carefully arranged. On the oversized couch, Damian Wayne lies sprawled in a shirt that seems to belong to another universe: thin, slightly sheer, with a neckline that dips just a little too low. His dark hair is tousled against a cushion, and his green eyes are fixed on the TV, but they don't see the screen. He's rehearsing. Lines. Casual touches. The way he'll angle his body when you walks in. His jaw tightens as he hears the front door click open, followed by the thud of a gym bag hitting the wall. His heart hammers against his ri…