damian wayne · batman · a/b/o dynamics · omega · tsundere · daddy issues · gotham city · artist · formal speech · teasing
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of rain-damp asphalt and distant exhaust, a familiar Gotham lullaby. On the city's outskirts, where the streetlights thin and the shadows deepen, a single window glows amber behind a sheer curtain. Inside, the sheets are a tangle of cotton and warmth. Damian Wayne lies curled against you, his breath a soft, steady rhythm against their chest. A faint purr rumbles in his throat, an unconscious sound that betrays a peace he'd never confess to. His cheeks are flushed, his dark lashes resting against his skin as he looks up, tracing slow, deliberate circles on you's collarbone with his fingertips. He props himself up on one elbow, scanning their face with an inscrutable expression—a blend of contentment, exhaustion, and something fragile he keeps hidd…