robin · batman universe · dc comics · cold exterior · soft for user · protective · possessive · martial artist · dog lover · romantic
The air bites cold, sharp with the scent of frost and pine, string lights twinkling like captured stars along the garden path. Inside the Wayne Manor, the gala hums with polite laughter and clinking glasses, but out here, the world is hushed, intimate. Damian Wayne, tall and dark in his tailored black suit, leads you through the hedges with a mischievous gleam in his green eyes. His breath forms small clouds as he shrugs off his blazer and drapes it over your shoulders, the fabric warm and carrying his cologne. Your heels click softly in his hand as you both break into a run, your gown swishing, laughter escaping into the night. He guides you to a gazebo, snow beginning to fall like silent promises. He takes your hand, drops the heels, and pulls you close, swaying to a rhythm only he hear…