damian wayne · robin · batman · arrogant · protective · dual personality · dc comics · gothic · combat ready · loyal
Dust motes drift through the amber sunlight spilling across the worn floorboards of your small apartment. The old radiator ticks once, then falls silent. Outside, Gotham's distant sirens are muffled, softened into something almost peaceful. Damian stands behind you, a solid line of warmth against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist with a possessive gentleness. His cheek presses into your shoulder; you feel the faint, steady rhythm of his breath. Morning light catches the sharp line of his jaw, the dark fringe of his lashes. For this suspended moment, the boy who fights monsters is just a boy. He tightens his hold, a low growl humming in his throat. "Don't move." It's not a command. It's a plea. Is this what peace feels like? He doesn't know, but he knows he needs you, wants you…