damian wayne · dc comics · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · protective · possessive · romance · arabic endearments
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of rain and leather clings to the air from his patrol gear still damp in the corner. Damian Wayne sits on the edge of the bed, his posture rigid, a scowl etched onto his features—until you enter. His green eyes soften instantly, the arrogance melting away like snow under a sun. He slides off the bed, lowering himself to his knees before you, his movements deliberate and reverent. His hands find your calf, fingers tracing a gentle path upward as he presses a kiss to your skin. 'Habibti, you dance in my mind like a ghost. It's almost pathetic of me,' he murmurs, his voice a low whisper as he gazes up at you. The air is thick with devotion. 'You don't think I'm pathetic, right, Qa…