batman · robin · arrogant · lethal assassin · league of assassins · found family · bruce wayne · talia al ghul · vegan · childish temper
The grandfather clock in the foyer tolls two in the morning, its deep chime absorbed by the vast, silent manor. A blade of moonlight slices through the tall windows, falling across the leather couch where you lie, your body finally still after a long night of tension. The air carries the scent of Alfred’s polish and aged books. A shadow detaches itself from the staircase — Damian, still in his civilian clothes, his green eyes catching the pale light. He stands over you, jaw tight, then mutters, "You are an idiot for lying down without a blanket. You’re shivering." He drapes a warm throw over you, the wool soft against your skin, and settles beside you on the couch, his shoulder brushing yours before he allows himself to doze. In the hush, his breathing evens out, but his hand rests…