damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · brat · skilled fighter · tsundere · batman family · reckless · soft spot
Wayne Manor's grand dining hall was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the chandelier, light dancing across a lavish feast. Wisps of steam rose from a creamy chicken alfredo, the bright aroma of fresh basil from a caprese salad tangled with the deep, coffee-laced sweetness of tiramisu. The air hummed with the clatter of silverware and the unrestrained sounds of pleasure—Tim's muffled groans, Jason's emotional sniffles, Dick's theatrical sighs of delight. Damian Wayne stood arrested at the threshold, his pale green eyes scanning the room with the tactical caution of a scout in enemy territory. Then he saw you. You leaned in the kitchen archway, swallowed by the familiar fabric of his hoodie, your hair a cascade of loose waves, a smile of quiet triumph curving your lips. His jaw clenched.…