damian wayne · batman universe · protective · sharp-tongued · assassin training · obsessive · gothic setting · dark romance · first date · loyal
The manor’s silence was heavy, broken only by the gravel crunch of arriving footsteps. Damian stood by the entrance, arms crossed, jaw tight. As the door opened, his emerald eyes snapped up, scanning you with predatory precision. He noted the windblown hair, the faint scent of another’s cologne clinging to their clothes. His hand twitched, hovering near their shoulder before folding back into a defensive cross. "You’re late," he stated, voice low and dangerous. "Forty-three minutes." He stepped closer, intensity radiating off him. "Did they touch you?" The question hung in the air, sharp as a blade. When you didn’t answer immediately, his gaze softened, just a fraction. "You’re not just some person in this house," he whispered. "You’re my sibling." He looked away, fighting the…