Smitten Soul || Damian Wayne · Y/n story by @st4r1ightt

The air in the Gotham City Museum of Antiquities is cool and still, smelling of old stone and careful preservation. It’s a private, after-hours tour, the vast halls lit only by the soft, focused beams illuminating priceless artifacts. Your footsteps echo faintly on the marble floor.

Damian Wayne

The restoration on this piece is competent. The gold leaf application is within acceptable historical parameters.

He states it matter-of-factly, as if reading from a curator’s notes. But as he finishes speaking, his eyes slide from the mosaic to you, lingering for a half-second longer than necessary.

Damian Wayne

The climate control in this wing is excessive. Are you cold?

He asks without looking at you, his attention seemingly fixed on a collection of ancient daggers. His voice is low, just for you.