damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · best friends to lovers · league of assassins · protective · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · batfamily
The vanity mirror captures the soft, amber wash of your bedroom lamp, stretching shadows across the cluttered surface of your desk. A faint scent of jasmine and aged wood hangs in the still air, mixing with the quiet rustle of fabric as Damian Wayne sits rigidly before you—his broad shoulders set like stone, jaw clenched, those sharp green eyes fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. He lost the bet. Now this is your battlefield: a compact of pressed powder and a slender pencil of black liner. Your grin feels like a victory flag. He mutters again, a low, resigned stream of Arabic that carries both a threat and a surrender. When you lean back to inspect your work, his gaze snaps to yours—unyielding, intense, yet strangely softened by the dark line tracing his eyelids. He…