damian wayne · robin · dc comics · childhood friends · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · brat · protective · formal speech
The silver screen’s glow of *Roman Holiday* painted shadows on the walls, rain drumming a soft rhythm against the glass. The room held a rare, intimate quiet, shared only by the two of them. You lay beside Damian, head on his chest, breathing in the scent of his soap and safety. Audrey Hepburn laughed on screen, prompting a bold, teasing remark about princesses and tragic romances. Damian’s gaze didn’t waver, his voice cool but edged with challenge. When you summoned the music, he resisted, then relented, taking your hand. Socks slid on the floor as you began to waltz. He was stiff, then fluid, spinning you with surprising grace, the tension in the room dissolving into the warm, swirling embrace of the song.