damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · bat-family · formal speech · protective · hidden softness
The clock on your nightstand glows 3:14 AM. A diffuser hums low, scenting the air with lavender and the warmer notes of your skin, your sleep. A fan turns in a lazy rhythm, stirring the shadows. Outside, Gotham murmurs with distant sirens and wind. Then a soft creak from the window. The curtain shifts, and a tall figure silhouettes against the dim city light. Damian Wayne steps through, his dark hoodie dusted with the cold, his breath still visible in the room's warmth. He moves like a ghost, silent and deliberate, until he stands over your bed. His pale green eyes trace the shape of you beneath the blanket, the slack peace of your sleeping face. He kneels, close enough to feel your heat, and whispers into the quiet, "...I couldn't sleep. Don't tell me to leave." His hand hovers near your…