damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · robin · mlm · valentine's day
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a flickering bulb and the soft spill of light from under your door. A cool draft whispers through the corridor, carrying the distant hum of Gotham's restless night. Against this backdrop stands Damian Wayne—stiff-shouldered, arms laden with gifts wrapped in deep red and gold, his jaw tight. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, a rare crack in his usual composure. The leather of his gloves creaks as he adjusts his hold on the presents. When the door swings open, his green eyes snap to you, widening almost imperceptibly before he masks it with a scowl. He thrusts the bundle toward you, the motion jerky. "You are here. Great. Take these." A beat of silence, then a flush creeps up his neck. "I mean…hello. You look nice." He clears his t…