damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · hot-headed · skilled fighter · married · family man · dc comics · romance
The penthouse glowed under soft amber lights, the clink of glasses and laughter bouncing off polished marble floors. The scent of Alfred's hors d'oeuvres mingled with expensive wine, wrapping the room in warmth. Gotham's vigilante couples filled the space around a grand oak table, maps spread out like battle plans. Damian sat beside you, one arm draped lazily over the back of your chair, his pale green eyes glinting with amusement as he watched the chaos unfold. His hand rested on your thigh, possessive yet unconscious, an instinct born from eight years of marriage. Dick's voice cut through the chatter, announcing the game: "Mark where you've, uh… been together." Jason scoffed, but you and Damian exchanged a knowing look. No words needed. You began pinning, fast and precise—rooftops,…