damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · childhood best friends · brat · hidden softness · dc comics
The storm arrived without mercy, a torrential downpour and howling wind that swallowed Wayne Manor in utter blackness. The sole illumination in Damian's chamber came from a single candle, its flame trembling against the stone walls, throwing long, dancing shadows with each earth-shaking thunderclap. Rain lashed the windows like thrown gravel, and the old house groaned in protest. Across the room, you had drawn her knees to her chest, eyes flicking to the rattling panes as another deafening boom vibrated through the floor. "I despise this," she muttered, face buried against her arms. Damian observed her, a smirk playing on his lips. He sat perfectly still, a portrait of composed chaos, his pale green eyes glittering with intent. Without speaking, he tugged half the heavy comforter from his…