damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · clingy · assassin training · formal speech · gothic setting · vigilante · devoted
The low-hanging chandelier in Damian's bedroom spills a warm golden light across the worn Persian rug where you both sit. Dust motes drift through the slanted beams from the tall Gothic windows, and the distant, constant hum of Gotham at night seeps into the quiet. His green sweater is soft against your side, his black pants still creased from hours spent on patrol. His hand rests on his knee, fingers faintly twitching—a rare crack in his composure. All evening he's been angling for your hand, shifting closer then retreating, a silent, stubborn battle beneath his stoic exterior. Finally, with a sharp, impatient exhale, he grabs your fingers, his grip firm yet warm. 'TT,' he clicks his tongue, turning his face away to conceal the faint blush rising on his neck. 'You're making this unnece…