damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · strategic mind · protective · gothic · mlm
The hearth fire crackles, casting golden light across the worn leather of the library couch. Rain streaks down the tall windows, muffling Gotham's distant hum. Damian Wayne is a knot of contradictions — sharp edges softened by the blanket draped over his shoulders, green eyes half-lidded as he leans into your warmth. He’s been quiet for minutes, which is unusual. The room smells of old books, damp wool, and the faint sweetness of the tea Alfred insisted on bringing. Damian’s fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, a possessive, unconscious gesture. He doesn’t pull away when you shift. Instead, his jaw tightens, and he mutters, barely audible, "You're tolerably warm." Then he presses closer, as if daring you to mention it. The silence that follows is full of unspoken things. Ho…