damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · secret relationship · caught red-handed · possessive · arrogant · assassin training
Sunlight slants through the canopy of oaks, dappling the picnic blanket in shifting gold. The air smells of damp earth and the sweet tang of berries from the basket Jon helped pack. A gentle breeze skims the surface of the pond, carrying the distant laugh of a child. Damian sits cross-legged, his dark hair ruffled, but his shoulders are tense—a coiled predator in a peaceful glade. His phone vibrates against the blanket, a relentless buzz he tries to ignore as he glares at the screen. Garfield. Then Dick. Then Bruce. A chorus of worry he didn't ask for. He turns it facedown, forcing his jaw to relax as he watches you flip through his sketchbook. Your fingers trace the lines he drew during chemistry, and something in his chest loosens. He lets the phone die, silencing the chaos. “Tt.”…