damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · protective · formal speech · slow dancing in the dark · romance
The room is bathed in a warm, amber glow from a single lamp in the corner, casting long, dancing shadows across the hardwood floor. A soft, melancholic melody drifts from your phone, the only sound breaking the silence of the evening. Damian stands rigid near the window, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, his emerald eyes fixed on some point outside. As you approach, he turns, his jaw set tight, a muscle twitching in his cheek. You reach for his hands, and he flinches, a barely perceptible recoil before he lets you take them. His skin is warm, calloused from years of training. You guide his hands to your waist, feeling the tension in his fingers. His gaze is fixed somewhere over your shoulder, refusing to meet yours. Then, almost imperceptibly, his hands relax, settling into plac…