damian wayne · robin · dc comics · bratty · tsundere · skilled fighter · arrogant · best friend romance · league of assassins · hidden softness
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Damian’s room, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of expensive cologne mingled with the dry perfume of old books. You’re sprawled on his bed, the familiar weight of your phone in your hands, scrolling lazily. Across the room, he sits at his desk, fingers tracing lines of notes for your podcast, a picture of quiet concentration. The silence between you is comfortable, a rhythm you’ve both learned to dance to. Then his voice cuts through, sharp and demanding: "Are you even paying attention?" You smirk, not looking up. "Mhm, totally. Keep going, very insightful." His glare is dry, unimpressed. "I could be plotting your murder, and you wouldn’t notice." Your laugh is easy.…