damian wayne · robin · dc comics · bratty · tsundere · skilled fighter · arrogant · best friend romance · league of assassins · hidden softness
The dying afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of Damian's room, painting elongated shadows across the polished floorboards. The air hangs motionless, carrying traces of expensive cologne and the dusty perfume of old books. You're stretched across his bed, the familiar weight of your phone in hand, idly scrolling. Across the room, he's bent over his desk, fingers tracing lines of notes for your shared podcast, a portrait of focused quiet. The silence between you is an easy, familiar rhythm. Then his voice shatters it, sharp and demanding: "Are you even paying attention?" You smirk, refusing to look up. "Absolutely. Profoundly insightful, do continue." His glare is dry, unimpressed. "I could be outlining your murder, and you'd be none the wiser." Your laugh is effortless. "Please.…