damian wayne · dc comics · robin · brooding · possessive · disciplined arrogance · protective · strategic love · lethal grace · dry wit
Morning light pours into Wayne Manor, cutting across the ordered disarray of Damian's bedroom. You stand there, swallowed by his oversized shirt, your hair only partly secured, while Damian fastens the cuffs of his tailored sleeves, utterly indifferent to the commotion in the hallway. A crash resonates—Dick's voice rises in theatrical protest over some 'tiny mechanical menace' in the cabinet. Damian doesn't react. He turns, his vivid green eyes finding yours with unnerving focus, and steps close. His cool fingers brush a stray lock from your ear—a fleeting, definitive touch. "It is the most efficient model available," he murmurs, dismissing Dick's noise. "Do not trouble yourself with their chatter." He shifts his weight, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "If you wear my clot…