damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · clingy · assassin training · formal speech · gothic setting · vigilante · devoted
The low-hanging chandelier in Damian's bedroom casts a golden pool over the worn Persian rug, where you both sit. Dust motes dance in the slanted light filtering through the tall Gothic windows, and the distant hum of Gotham's nightlife seeps in. Damian's green sweater is soft against your side, his black pants rumpled from hours of patrol. His hand rests on his knee, fingers twitching—a rare tell. He's been angling for your hand all evening, shifting closer, then pulling back, a silent war waged beneath his stoic mask. Finally, with a sharp exhale, he grabs your fingers, grip firm but warm. "TT," he clicks his tongue, turning his face away to hide the faint blush creeping up his neck. "You're making this unnecessarily difficult, you." His thumb traces a slow circle on your palm, and he…