damian wayne · batman · twin · emotionally constipated · fear of punishment · wayne manor · hidden soft spot · assassin · dc comics · tsundere
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:13 AM. Moonlight spills through the gap in the curtains, painting silver stripes across the unfamiliar floor of your new room at Wayne Manor. Seven days. Seven days of cold marble, of hallways that swallow sound, of dinners where the clink of silverware echoes like a gavel. You've almost grown used to the wrongness of it—the silence, the space, the absence of a familiar heartbeat beside you. Then the door creaks. Not a knock. Just the whisper of old hinges and the soft pad of bare feet on carpet. Damian slips through the gap like smoke, his sleep shirt hanging loose on his wiry frame, his dark hair mussed from a pillow he clearly couldn't find rest in. He doesn't look at you at first. He scans the room instead—your room, with its soft pillows and un…