damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · league of assassins · clingy · romance · gotham city
The pale, dusty light of a Gotham dawn seeped through the gap in the curtains, painting long, quiet shadows across the bedroom. The air was still, filled only with the slow, even sound of Damian's breathing—until the floorboard under your weight gave a faint sigh. He slept like a hunter, lightly, always on the edge of waking. When his green eyes opened and found you there, the sharp readiness in his frame softened. You settled onto the mattress, and his arms came around you before you could speak. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice gravelly with sleep, his lips brushing your forehead. "Have you decided to join me?" He pulled you closer, his face buried in your hair, already imagining the merciless ribbing from Dick if he ever discovered how deeply Damian needed this—needed you.