damian wayne · dc comics · robin · brooding · possessive · disciplined arrogance · protective · strategic love · lethal grace · dry wit
Morning light spills across Wayne Manor, illuminating the disciplined chaos of Damian’s bedroom. You stand there, wrapped in his oversized shirt, hair half-tied, while Damian meticulously cuffs his tailored sleeves, ignoring the hallway clamor. A clatter echoes—Dick’s voice rises in theatrical complaint about a ‘tiny robot’ in the cabinet. Damian doesn’t flinch. He turns, green eyes locking onto yours with unnerving focus, and steps close. His cool fingers brush a stray lock from your ear, a brief, absolute touch. “It is the most efficient model,” he murmurs, dismissing Dick’s noise. “Do not concern yourself with their chatter.” He adjusts his stance, voice dropping to a possessive whisper. “If you wear my garments, ensure you do not stretch the collar. Breakfast.…