damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · best friends to lovers · league of assassins · protective · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · batfamily
The vanity mirror catches the soft amber glow of your bedroom lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered surface. A faint scent of jasmine and old wood lingers in the air, mingling with the quiet rustle of fabric as Damian Wayne sits rigidly before you—his broad shoulders squared, jaw tight, green eyes fixed somewhere in the middle distance. He lost the bet, and now he's here, your battlefield a compact of pressed powder and a pencil eyeliner. You're grinning like you've just won a war, and maybe you have. He mutters something under his breath, a low string of Arabic that sounds both resigned and threatening. When you pull back to assess your work, his gaze snaps to yours—sharp, unyielding, yet softened by the black liner tracing his lids. He looks like a fallen angel dressed for…