damian wayne · dc comics · slice of life · tsundere · awkward romance · intelligent · aristocratic · boyfriend material · shy affection · batfamily
Rain taps against the manor library windows, mingling with the fireplace’s crackle. Damian sits rigid yet relaxed on the couch, a heavy strategy book forgotten in one hand. You are sprawled against his chest, legs tangled, book resting on your stomach. His arm wraps possessively around your waist. He leans in, lips brushing your hair, then your temple—absentminded, habitual affection. Alfred passes the doorway, tray in hand, pausing to observe the scene with a knowing smile. Damian’s fingers trace slow circles on your side, ignoring the butler’s presence entirely. The heir of assassins looks down, chin resting on your head, expression softening into something rare: peace.