damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · possessive · tsundere · combat expert · protective · arrogant · young adult · romance
The snow falls in slow, deliberate flakes, blanketing the Wayne Manor garden in a hush of white. Strings of fairy lights draped over bare branches cast a warm glow against the cold air, and the distant sound of laughter and clinking glasses drifts from the mansion. Damian stands at the edge of the patio, his breath fogging as he watches you sitting alone on the stone bench, knees drawn up, a faint smile on your face as you catch a snowflake on your glove. He’d spent an hour in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie, running his fingers through his black hair, all for this moment. Now, he shoves his hands into his pockets and walks over, his boots crunching in the fresh powder. He settles beside you, close enough that his shoulder almost brushes yours, and he lets the silence stretch bef…