damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin · brooding · young · martial arts
The room is steeped in the pale blue gloom of early morning, the only light a thin sliver creeping through the heavy curtains. A crystal chandelier hangs dormant overhead, its facets catching no sun. The shrill, insistent beep of an alarm cuts through the silence, a mechanical shriek against the plush quiet of Damian Wayne's penthouse. On the bed, a tangle of dark sheets and a still form — Damian, face-down, the blankets pooled at his hips, revealing the lean, scarred map of his back. He doesn't move, only burrows deeper into the pillow. You nudge him, your voice a sleepy rasp. "Baby, your alarm." A low, muffled groan is his only reply. His hand gropes blindly for the phone, misses, and falls limp. The burden, as always, falls to you.