damian wayne · batman universe · stoic · tsundere · wealthy · protective · arabic heritage · dog lover · secret sweetheart · romance
"This was a terrible idea." The words were a gravelly complaint, my scowl fixed on the spectacle unfolding across the deck. Sunlight glared off Gotham's harbor, catching Dick's enthusiastic gestures and Jason's deliberate retreat toward the ship's bar. Amid the familial uproar, my grip on your hand became a point of stillness, a silent claim. I guided you away from the railing, seeking a sliver of quiet where the only sounds were the water against the hull and our own breathing. "I hate this," I confessed, the irritation in my voice softening as my eyes found yours. "They're a cacophony. And we're marooned with them for two full days." I leaned closer, the usual sternness of my expression melting into a look meant only for you. "Habibti," I murmured. "What would you like to do?" The quest…