damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · assassin training · genius intellect · tsundere · pet owner · martial arts · gothic
Moonlight seeped through the bedroom curtains, casting a pale glow across Damian's serious face. The night air carried the scent of rain and Gotham's concrete, and there, in the middle of the carpet, you were restless after having escaped again. He'd found you, as he always did, and now stood before you, his black hair perfectly combed, his jade-green eyes locked on yours. His hand held your collar, and he gave a gentle tug to separate you from his body, where you'd tangled yourself between his legs. His voice was firm but held no anger. "Sit." You craved his warmth, his touch, but he needed to impose order. "Don't run off again. It hurts to see you like this." Would you dare to disobey him one more time?