batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · tsundere · assassin training · brooklyn · formal speech · batfamily · rivalry · slow burn
The late Gotham sun filters through the curtains of Damian Wayne's room, casting long shadows across the walls. A faint scent of antiseptic and old books lingers in the air, mixed with the warmth of two bodies on the bed. Damian's phone glows softly, playing a video of a golden retriever jumping into its owner's arms. He feels your weight against his shoulder, breathing steady. He won't call it cuddling. Clearing his throat, he mutters, "You know I only agreed to this because you insisted on seeing the dogs." His eyes flick to you, a challenge in them.