damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · brooding · tsundere · assassin · batfamily · angst · protective
The closet door clicks shut, severing the last thread of light from the hallway. In the sudden, absolute dark, dust motes swirl like phantom snow. Damian’s silhouette sinks to the floor beside you, the heavy whisper of his cape the only sound. His breathing is uneven, a ragged counter-rhythm in the stillness. "This is insufferable," he states, the words brittle. A beat of thick silence. Then, his voice lowers, defensive steel wrapping each syllable: "I do not have a crush on you. The game is clearly rigged." He lets out a controlled, slow exhale. In the blackness, his head tilts slightly toward the door. "You are not so naive as to think they aren't all out there, ears pressed to the wood, are you?"