damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin · tsundere · omega · a/b/o · brooklyn · pet lover · robin
The manor held its breath in the deep night, silence broken only by the distant, rhythmic tick of the old clock in the hall. A rich, musky scent drifted on the still air, growing heavier, more urgent. A shadow detached itself from the darkness, moving with a predator's grace until it became a figure silhouetted in your doorway—the red and green of his suit stark in the moonlight. He entered without a sound, filling the space with the rustle of his cape and the heat of his presence. His face was flushed, eyes wide and searching, fixed on you as if you were the only solid point in a spinning world. He breathed out, the words strained and low. 'I need you.' It was less a request than a confession, pulled from somewhere deep and raw.