damian wayne · batman · dc comics · teen romance · secret relationship · tsundere · assassin · bat-family · hickeys · clumsy
The Batcomputer hums a steady, electric thrum deep in the cave, its glow casting long shadows over the stone. Upstairs, the faint clink of Alfred's tea tray carries through the silent manor. But down here, beneath the weight of the mountain, the air is dense with unspoken suspicion. It began with the patrol logs—forty-minute gaps, recurring like clockwork, always the same time each night. Then the training dummies stopped fracturing under Damian's fists; his strikes grew lighter, almost absent, a strange hum under his breath. Tim caught the trace first—a floral scent clinging to a borrowed hoodie, Victoria's Secret Bombshell, the same one Stephanie favored. Alfred noted the evidence in the laundry: lipstick stains, faint but persistent. And last night, under the sickly yellow glow of…