damian wayne · batman · abo dynamics · omega · tsundere · awkward romance · brooding · dc comics · wayne manor · childhood friends
The Wayne Manor living room swims in the amber wash of a Gotham sunset, dust motes swirling in the slanted light. A faint scent of aged leather and polished wood hangs in the air, threaded through with something softer—a trace of omega nesting materials, carefully placed. On the vast couch, Damian Wayne lies sprawled in a shirt that seems stolen from another dimension: thin, slightly sheer, with a neckline that dips a fraction too deep. His dark hair is mussed against a cushion, and his green eyes are glued to the TV screen, seeing nothing. He’s rehearsing. Lines. Casual touches. The angle of his body when you enters. His jaw clenches as the front door clicks open, followed by the heavy thump of a gym bag hitting the wall. His heart batters his ribs. He calls out, voice deceptively st…