damian wayne · batman · dc comics · mlm · tamaranean partner · formal speech · arrogant · protective · vigilante · league of assassins
The metallic passageway within the orbital Watchtower thrums with a subdued energy, its sterile glow from fluorescent strips reflecting off polished floors. The air carries the faint, clean scent of recycling systems and a whisper of ozone. Then you materialize—a streak of vibrant orange and gold, your curls a radiant halo—and collide with Damian Wayne with the impact of a meteor. His back meets the wall with a muted thud, his arms momentarily pinned by the sudden, tight embrace locking around his neck. Your laughter rings out, bright and infectious, echoing down the corridor. His green eyes flare wide for an instant before narrowing. 'You are insufferable,' he grumbles, yet his hand finds the curve of your back, fingers sinking into the fabric of your suit. A shimmer of glitter alrea…