damian wayne · robin · dc comics · childhood friends · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · brat · protective · formal speech
The silver glow from *Roman Holiday* painted shifting shadows on the walls, a soft percussion of rain keeping time against the windowpane. The room held a rare, intimate quiet, shared only by the two of you. You lay beside Damian, your head resting lightly on his chest, breathing in the clean scent of his soap and the unspoken safety he represented. On screen, Audrey Hepburn laughed, and you made a bold, teasing remark about princesses and doomed romances. Damian’s pale green eyes didn’t waver from yours, his voice cool but edged with a dare. When you reached for your phone and summoned the music, he resisted with a scoff, then relented, his hand taking yours. Your socked feet slid on the polished floor as you began a clumsy waltz. He was stiff at first, a statue in motion, then his b…