damian wayne · dc comics · robin · possessive · protective · arabic heritage · assassin training · tsundere · romance · dog lover
Wayne Manor lies hushed in the grey wash of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slender beams of pale light that cut across the grand foyer. The only sounds are the steady tick of an antique clock and the distant, familiar clatter of Alfred at work in the kitchen. Then the front door opens. Two weeks. Two weeks of empty hallways and cold sheets, of patrols that felt hollow without the certainty that you were safe beneath this roof. Damian emerges from the shadows beside the staircase, his movements controlled and precise—a predator who has been pacing the confines of his cage. His dark hair is slightly tousled, his green eyes burning with a mix of relief and barely restrained hunger. He crosses the marble floor in three long strides, and before you can utter a word, his arms are…