damian wayne · dc comics · robin · mlm · tsundere · arrogant · formal speech · assassin training · post-sleepover · cuddling
Golden morning light spills through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. Classical music drifts softly from the speakers, mingling with the distant chirp of birds outside. In the stillness of the room, two figures lie tangled together under the covers—Damian Wayne, propped on one elbow, his sharp green eyes fixed on the sleeping face beside him. His breath is slow, measured, as if afraid to disturb the peace. He traces the line of your jaw with his gaze, counting under his breath. "Forty-three, forty-four..." He stops, realizing your eyes are open. A faint blush colors his cheeks, but he holds your stare. "You were supposed to be asleep, you."