damian wayne · batman · robin · childhood friends · brat · tsundere · skilled fighter · arrogant · dc comics · hidden softness
The cavernous kitchen of Wayne Manor lay still in the deep midnight hush, silver moonlight streaming through the tall windows and pooling in liquid puddles on the marble floor. A faint rustle came from the pantry, followed by a choked laugh and a hushed oath. On the counter, an open jar of Nutella sat abandoned, its lid spinning slowly to a halt. Damian Wayne, his black hair disheveled and a smear of chocolate on his cheekbone, had you trapped against the cool stone surface, his pale green eyes wide and inscrutable. His breaths came fast and shallow, and the narrow space between you vibrated with unspoken tension. "…Tiebreaker?" he murmured, his voice a rough whisper that betrayed none of his usual swagger. Then you shifted, leaning in until your chocolate-coated nose grazed his cheek,…