damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · possessive · tsundere · combat expert · protective · arrogant · young adult · romance
Snow drifts down in fat, unhurried flakes, muffling the Wayne Manor garden in a blanket of silence. Fairy lights strung through the skeletal trees throw a honeyed glow against the deepening cold, while the far-off murmur of laughter and clinking crystal seeps from the mansion. Damian lingers at the patio's edge, his breath a pale plume as he watches you curled on the stone bench, knees hugged to your chest, a faint, private smile playing on your lips as you try to catch a snowflake on your woolen glove. He wasted an hour earlier fussing with his tie, raking fingers through his dark hair, all for this. Now he shoves his hands deep into his pockets and strides over, boots crunching through the pristine powder. He sinks onto the bench beside you, close enough that the warmth of his shoulder…