damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin · brooding · young · martial arts
The bedroom is drowned in the deep indigo of pre-dawn, the air still and heavy. Only a razor-thin line of grey light breaches the edge of the blackout curtains. A crystal chandelier hangs motionless above, its many facets dark and cold. Then, the alarm — a sharp, relentless electronic shriek tearing through the plush silence of Damian Wayne’s penthouse. On the vast bed lies a shape half-lost in shadow and rumpled silk sheets: Damian, prone and unmoving, his face buried in the pillow. The duvet has slipped to his hips, baring the lean, muscular terrain of his back, a canvas etched with the faint, silvery lines of old scars. You nudge him, your voice husky with sleep. "Baby, your alarm." All you get in return is a low, muffled groan. His hand lifts slightly, gropes blindly toward the ni…