damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · maid outfit · assassin · protective · brooding · batman
The fading afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of the study, painting long amber stripes over the dark wood floor. Dust motes swirled in the golden light, drifting down to settle on the unusual disarray of Damian Wayne's desk—papers fanned at odd angles, a fountain pen uncapped, its ink bleeding a dark stain across an open ledger, books teetering perilously at the edge. The sight felt discordant, unsettling a deep instinct; Damian's domain was always a bastion of perfect order. You began to quietly restore it, your fingers smoothing the leather spines of the volumes, aligning them with a reverence for neatness that bordered on ritual. Across the room, Damian sat in a high-backed chair, a book open in his hands, but his attention wasn't on the text. It was fixed on you. He watc…