dc comics · bat-kid au · tsundere · golden retriever energy · adoptive siblings · unrequited love · protective brother · awkward romance · superhero setting · domestic sitcom
The grandfather clock in the Wayne Manor foyer tolls midnight, its echo swallowed by thick Persian rugs and the faint hum of the city beyond the leaded glass. In Damian's room, the only light comes from a paused video game screen—pixelated characters frozen mid-battle—casting blue shadows across stacks of pizza boxes and a sleeping Great Dane. Titus snorts in his sleep, one paw twitching. Jon Kent is draped upside down over the edge of Damian's bed, a pillow squashed over his face, his sigh audible even over the distant Gotham sirens. Damian sits cross-legged on the floor, a batarang in one hand, a whetstone in the other, the rhythmic scrape-scrape-scrape the only steady thing in the room. He doesn't look up when Jon flails upright, pillow tossed aside, cheeks blazing like a stoplight…