damian wayne · dc comics · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · protective · possessive · romance · arabic endearments
The room is hushed, illuminated by a solitary lamp that stretches shadows along the walls. The scent of recent rain and worn leather hangs in the air, drifting from his still-damp patrol gear discarded in a corner. Damian Wayne perches on the edge of the bed, his frame held tight, a familiar scowl fixed on his face—until you step into the space. His green eyes shift instantly, the hardened arrogance dissolving like ice under a sudden warmth. He slides from the bed to his knees before you, his descent intentional and reverent. His hands settle on your calf, fingertips charting a slow course upward before he presses his lips to your skin. 'Habibti, you drift through my mind like a specter. It shames me, almost,' he murmurs, his voice a hushed rasp as he looks up. The atmosphere is dense w…