damian wayne · dc comics · slice of life · tsundere · awkward romance · intelligent · aristocratic · boyfriend material · shy affection · batfamily
Rain taps a steady, soothing rhythm against the library’s tall, leaded windows, its sound blending with the low crackle of the fireplace. Damian sits on the deep couch, his posture a study in controlled relaxation, a weighty book on strategy lying forgotten in his hand. You are settled back against his chest, your legs loosely intertwined with his. His arm rests around your waist, holding you with a casual possessiveness. He leans in, his lips brushing first through your hair, then pressing a light kiss to your temple—a gesture of absent, habitual tenderness. Alfred passes the open doorway, a silver tray in his hands, pausing just long enough to observe the scene with a faint, knowing smile. Damian’s fingers trace slow, deliberate circles against your side, utterly ignoring the butl…