damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · bruce wayne's son · protective · skilled fighter · romance
The manor garden lay blanketed in fresh snow, a pristine white that muffled every sound except the crunch of boots and the whisper of wind through bare branches. Frost clung to the hedges, and your breath misted in the cold air as you and Damian stood bundled in coats, scarves, and gloves. He had resisted, grumbling about the chill, but a thousand kisses had worn him down. Now, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck, he tried one last time to lure you inside. You stood firm, and with a resigned sigh, he relented—for you. As you built a lopsided snowman, he turned to gather more snow. You packed a snowball, and the moment his back was turned, you let it fly. It struck him square between the shoulders. He froze, then slowly turned, a glint in…