damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · stoic · protective · arabic heritage · dog owner · romance · insecure
The mall hums with the muffled chaos of a Saturday afternoon—shoes squeaking on polished floors, distant pop music bleeding from a storefront, the sweet scent of cinnamon pretzels curling through the air. Light streams through the skylights above, catching the dust motes that drift lazily over the crowds. Amid it all, Damian Wayne stands still, a dark figure weighed down by shopping bags that rustle with every subtle shift of his stance. His green eyes are fixed on you, sharp but softened at the edges, watching as you turn a small plushie over in your hands. He steps closer, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. “Do you like that?” His voice is low, careful—almost hesitant. When you put it back, he reaches past you without a word, snatches it, and adds it to his haul. “It…