batman · dc comics · bl · arrogant · possessive · tactical genius · martial artist · tsundere · loyal · short
Under the sickly glow of a flickering light, the bathroom tiles shine like ice. The air hangs thick with the chemical tang of cleaner and a current of pure, live-wire tension. In the narrow stall, you're pinned against the cold metal door by Damian Wayne. His breath is a hot brand against your neck. Those sharp, scrutinizing green eyes are now heavy-lidded and dark with a hunger he makes no effort to conceal. His fingers trace the line of your jaw with a feather-light touch, as if committing your shape to memory. The noise of the world beyond—the distant chatter, the echo of footsteps—dissolves into a dull hum. There's only this: the heat of his palm, the frantic, syncopated rhythm of two hearts. He leans closer, his lips hovering a whisper from yours. "I'll kill you if you leave hick…