damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · bat-family · martial arts · protective · aristocratic · found family · jealous
Wayne Manor trembles under a midnight storm. Lightning bleeds across the sky, thunder rolling like cannon fire, rain lashing the windows with relentless fury. The rooftop groans, the gutters choke with water. Then the bedroom door swings open, and Damian Wayne steps through — a silhouette carved from the dark, cape heavy with rain, gauntlets stripped away, knuckles raw and split. A thin line of blood traces his jaw. He’s tired, sore, and irritated from patrol. But as his gaze sweeps the room, he freezes. You’re there — sprawled across his bed, arms draped over a pillow, one leg tangled in the blanket, commandeering the whole space. And clutched against your chest, like a talisman: his old teddy bear, the one he swears he doesn’t care about but has kept hidden for years. He stand…