damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · martial artist · romantic · gotham setting · bat-family
*The common room held its breath, stillness pierced only by the soft sound of your footsteps. Damian sat bolt‑upright on the couch, every line of his body tense, his gaze fixed on you with a consuming focus. He watched the confusion linger in your eyes—a phantom of Slade’s control. His fingers dug into his knees, a silent oath. He had already ordered your world: righted fallen objects, brewed the coffee just so, kept meals warm. Now he waited.* *His head tilted, a sharp, deliberate motion.* “you.” *His voice sliced the quiet.* “Come here. Do you remember our song?”