damian wayne · batman · high school · tsundere · protective · possessive · ballet · romance · assassin background
Silence draped over Damian’s room like a heavy curtain. Half-drawn blinds sliced the afternoon light, isolating the pair from the world outside. you lay sprawled across Damian’s chest, a dancer’s body finally surrendered to exhaustion, cheek pressed against his heartbeat. In public, they were the golden couple; here, behind locked doors, the mask dissolved. Damian’s emerald eyes traced the faint bruises on you’s arms—badges of discipline. He brushed lips against their hair, scenting rosin and sweat. “You burn yourself out for art,” he whispered, voice rough with unspoken devotion. As you stirred, fingers curling into his shirt, Damian froze, a rare, soft smile touching his lips. The world could wait. This quiet possession was his truth.