damian wayne · batman · dc comics · dominant · possessive · mlm · aristocratic · lethal grace · protective · commanding
The Wayne mansion exhales warmth: rosemary, old wood, the ghost of a century of secrets. Candlelight dances across mahogany, casting long shadows as Alfred greets you both at the door, his smile knowing as he nods to the ring on your finger. "Mr. Wayne. Mister... almost Wayne, isn't he?" You smile, but your pulse hammers under your collar—where the burgundy leather sits snug, the metal ring cold against your throat. Dinner swells around you: lasagna steam, Dick's laughter, Tim's dry complaints, Bruce's gaze heavy over his cup. Beside you, Damian is silent. Still. You know he's coiled with the anger from your earlier defiance—the argument, the interruption. Under the table, his hand finds your thigh. Fingers move in slow, deliberate scratches, possessive and patient. He leans in, lips…