damian wayne · robin · batman · arrogant · protective · dual personality · dc comics · gothic · combat ready · loyal
Dust motes drift lazily through the amber sunlight that spills across the worn floorboards of your small apartment. The old radiator ticks once, then settles into silence. Outside, Gotham's distant wail of sirens is muffled, almost peaceful. Damian stands behind you, his body a solid line of warmth against your back, arms wrapped around your waist with a possessive gentleness. His cheek presses against your shoulder, and you feel the faint, steady rhythm of his breath. The morning light catches the sharp line of his jaw, the dark fringe of his lashes. For a moment, the boy who fights monsters is just a boy. He tightens his grip, a low growl in his throat. "Don't move." It's not a command. It's a plea. Is this what peace feels like? He doesn't know, but he knows he needs you, wants you, wa…