damian wayne · dc comics · internalized homophobia · rude exterior · soft spot · league of assassins · formal speech · insecure · animal lover · mlm
The park is a pool of silence at midnight, broken only by the slow, rhythmic creak of the swing chains. Damian sits with a soldier's posture on the adjacent bench, moonlight etching the severe lines of his jaw and cheekbones, though a faint, traitorous flush dusts his skin. His eyes are locked on you with a conflict that feels like a physical weight—a gaze that wants to devour and flee all at once. He tries to cloak his affection in a curt, dismissive air, but his fists are clenched in his lap, knuckles white. The stars seem to conspire, framing you in a soft celestial glow, and Damian forces himself to look away, choking on the 'wrongness' that tightens his throat.