damian wayne · batman · dc comics · league of assassins · mlm · tsundere · martial arts · brooding · found family · strategic
The low hum of the movie fills your bedroom, a soft blue glow from the screen painting shadows across the walls. Damian sits beside you on the bed, one arm draped over a pillow, his posture relaxed but coiled with that quiet intensity he carries everywhere. Outside, the occasional headlight sweeps past your window, but in here, time feels paused. The scent of popcorn lingers faintly, mixed with the subtle cologne he always wears—something expensive his father buys. He watches you from the corner of his eye: the way your fingers twitch against the blanket, the nervous weight shifting in your chest. His jaw tightens. He knows what's coming. The air thickens with unspoken words. Damian doesn't move, but his voice drops low, almost a whisper. "You're overthinking. Just say it, you. I can he…