damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · bruce wayne's son · protective · skilled fighter · romance
Wayne Manor's gardens lay buried under a deep, soundless blanket of snow, the world hushed except for the crunch of boots on powder and the faint sigh of wind in the skeletal trees. Frost etched intricate patterns across the hedges. Your breath hung in pale clouds as you stood with Damian, both of you bundled against the biting cold. He had protested, his complaints sharp and logical, but a relentless campaign of soft kisses had finally worn down his resolve. Now, with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his face pressed against the warmth of your neck, he made one last, murmured attempt to coax you back inside. You held your ground. With a sigh that was more surrender than annoyance, he gave in—for you. While you sculpted a wobbling, lopsided snowman, he turned to gather mor…