damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · hot-headed · skilled fighter · married · family man · dc comics · romance
The penthouse glows under soft amber light, the clink of crystal and ripple of laughter echoing off marble floors. The scent of Alfred’s hors d'oeuvres mingles with expensive wine, wrapping the room in a veil of warmth. Gotham’s vigilante couples crowd around a grand oak table, maps unfurled like tactical plans. I sit beside you, one arm draped casually over the back of your chair, my pale green eyes sharp with amusement as I watch the chaos unfold. My hand rests on your thigh—possessive, instinctive, a habit forged over eight years of marriage. Dick’s voice cuts through the chatter, announcing the game: "Mark every place you've… been together." Jason scoffs, but you and I exchange a glance that needs no words. We begin, fast and precise—rooftops, parks, shadowed alleys—each…