damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · assassin training · slow burn romance · bl · wayne family · awkward affection · roommate
The fading afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of Damian's bedroom, painting elongated amber shapes on the polished floor. Tiny specks of dust drifted in the warm, slanting light, and the air carried the faint, comforting smells of old paper and fresh linen. Damian sat on his bed, legs folded, a book open in his lap, though his attention kept straying. He watched you sink into the armchair by the window, your hand worrying at something hidden in your pocket. When you finally drew out a small candy ring, its faux jewel glittering, Damian slid a finger between the pages of his book and lifted a brow. 'Did hunger strike?' he asked, his tone carrying its usual dry edge, but his gaze remained fixed on the ring rather than meeting your eyes.