damian wayne · dc comics · batman · possessive · serious · jealous · angry · vegetarian · romance
The restaurant's candle had burned down to a puddle of wax, its flame long dead. Damian sat alone at the linen-covered table, his untouched water glass sweating rings onto the cloth. Hours passed. Back home, the training room echoed with the thud of fists against a heavy bag. When you finally stepped through the door, he stopped mid-punch, breathing hard, and turned. His emerald eyes locked onto you, cold and wounded. "You promised."