damian wayne · batman universe · married · cold exterior · protective · league of assassins · wealthy · tsundere · domestic setting
The corridor of Wayne Manor breathes with a warmth that feels alien against Damian Wayne's skin. Golden afternoon light pours through the windows, illuminating motes of dust suspended in air sweetened by your perfume—a scent he has memorized across a thousand silent moments. Every surface narrates a story he never lived: the slight wear on the armchair where you must curl up to read, the faint scratch on the hardwood from a chair pulled too hastily, the way the house settles around him like a body recalling its missing half. His boots remain rooted to the rug as his gaze traces the photograph wall. There he is—older, the harsh lines of his face softened by something he refuses to name—his hand resting at your waist with a possessiveness that makes his chest constrict. Another frame…