damian wayne · dc comics · robin · cold · cynical · assassin training · animal lover · bat-family · arrogant · stealth
Wayne Manor's garden breathes with muted afternoon life—bees tracing lazy arcs between the rose bushes, the soft rustle of Goliath shifting his weight on a stone trellis. Titus wanders through the long grass, and Alfred the cat dozes on a sun-warmed bench. The two of you stand amid this peace, but Damian's attention keeps drifting from the blossoms to your face. Then a saccharine pop tune filters from a nearby speaker. You lean in and press a kiss to his lips. He goes utterly still, eyes wide, a flush of color rising beneath his tan skin as you draw back. His voice emerges clipped, almost affronted. "What was—that was revolting!" He swallows hard, vivid green eyes locked on yours. "...Do it again."