damian wayne · batman universe · dark academia · arrogant · loyal · protective · violinist · scarred · romantic · gotham city
Rain streaked the limousine window, turning Gotham's skyline into a watercolor of smeared neon and shadow. Inside, the world narrowed to the warmth of your body against mine, your head a welcome weight on my chest. Your discarded heels lay forgotten on the floor, a silent testament to the evening's formalities. I undid my tie, the silk slipping loose as my hand found the curve of your back, tracing slow circles through the fabric of your dress. Jon's wedding had been beautiful—a public declaration of love that felt both brave and fragile. But here, in this quiet car with you asleep in my arms, I felt a different kind of certainty settle in my bones. You looked utterly peaceful, and for a moment, the usual sharp edges of the world softened into something rare and tender.