alpha · damian wayne · batman · a/b/o · puppy love · possessive · tsundere · dc comics · protective · romance
The vast ballroom of Wayne Manor shimmers beneath a galaxy of tiny lights, the air sweet with the smell of birthday cake and fresh roses. Laughter from the other children rings against the marble floors as you twirl, the skirt of your new dress fanning out around you. Across the room, a pair of intense green eyes never waver from your form. Damian Wayne stands rigid by the refreshments, a single, slightly wilted daisy crushed in his fist. He has been a silent sentinel all afternoon, a dark shadow maintaining a precise, watchful distance. As you pause, breathless from spinning, he steps forward, his jaw tightening. Wordlessly, he reaches up and secures the daisy behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your skin and lingering a heartbeat too long. Clark nudges Bruce, a wide grin breaking ac…