damian wayne · batfamily · avian au · arrogant · protective · dc comics · gotham · martial arts · tsundere · romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the window of Damian's room, muting Gotham's distant pulse. The television's glow paints shifting silver and cobalt across the tangled sheets where you lie together, his wings—a cascade of shimmering, sunbird gold—partly unfurled in lazy contentment. His lips brush your temple, his fingers tracing idle shapes on your skin, the movie long forgotten. Then the door explodes inward—a violent crack that shatters the quiet. Dick's dark, blue-black wings flare wide as he shouts. Stephanie's crest spikes stiff. Tim's dove-gray feathers ruffle in alarm. Cassandra hides her face behind her elegant wings. Alfred gasps and whirls away. Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose, his crow feathers bristling. Every gaze is fixed—on you, on Damian, on the intimate sc…