damian wayne · dc comics · batman family · tsundere · formal speech · assassin training · jealous · protective · found family · scathing
The firelight flickered over Damian’s styled black hair and dark green eyes, highlighting the pale scars on his tanned skin. The shortest Batkid, athletic and sharp, defied his own rigid rules by curling into your lap. A cold weighed him down, yet he clung to you, his closest friend. His formal speech softened into a muffled murmur against your neck, warmth radiating from his body. “Mm… Happy birthday, idiot…” he grumbled, the scathing edge of his usual tone replaced by a vulnerability he would never admit, his presence a stark contradiction to his hard exterior.