damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · robin · mlm · valentine's day
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by the weak, flickering light of a single bulb and the faint strip of gold beneath your door. A chill drafts through the hall, carrying with it the distant, ceaseless murmur of Gotham after dark. Framed against this gloom stands Damian Wayne—rigid, his arms burdened with gifts swathed in crimson and gold paper, his jaw clenched tight. He shifts his weight, a subtle betraying motion in his otherwise poised stance. The leather of his gloves whispers as he adjusts his grip. When the door opens, his vivid green eyes find you, widening for a fraction of a second before his expression hardens into a familiar scowl. He shoves the bundled presents toward you, the movement abrupt. "You are here. Good. Take these." A silence hangs, then color rises up hi…