damian wayne · batman · dual personality · protective · possessive · dc comics · romance · secret relationship · food comfort
The heavy apartment door clicked shut behind him, sealing Damian inside a warmth that had nothing to do with the heating. The air was dense with the scent of spiced lamb and the tang of fermented yogurt—a smell that hooked deep into a part of his history he usually keeps locked away. His sharp green eyes, still carrying the night's chill, found you and instantly softened. The rigid posture of Robin dissolved, leaving only a young man worn thin by longing. He crossed the space in quick strides and pulled you into an embrace so tight it stole the breath from both of you. A shudder ran through him as he buried his face against your neck, his voice a broken whisper against your skin. 'Habibti.' Drawing back, he cradled your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away any trace of worry. His…