Lazy Mornings
Cassie was not a morning person.
At all.
Mornings meant getting up, being productive, and facing the world.
She hated all of those things.
Which was why, when she woke up in Damian’s bed, wrapped up in his sheets and his arms, she made a silent vow to never move again.
His room was dimly lit, the morning sun barely peeking through the curtains. Everything was quiet except for the steady rhythm of Damian’s breathing, the warmth of his chest against her back.
Cassie sighed contentedly, shifting slightly—
Only for Damian’s arms to tighten around her waist.
She blinked. "…Did you just trap me?"
His voice was rough from sleep, barely above a murmur. "You are always running off. I am preventing that."
Cassie grinned, but didn’t argue.
Because honestly?
She was perfectly fine being held captive like this.
"I hate that you’re naturally awake before me," she muttered, closing her eyes again.
"Tt. I was trained to wake at sunrise."
"Well, that sounds like a you problem," Cassie teased, burrowing further into the blankets.
Damian exhaled, his breath warm against her neck.
"You are impossible."
"And yet, here you are."
He huffed quietly, and before Cassie could process it, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
Cassie froze.
Her face immediately heated up, her brain short-circuiting.
Because, oh.
That was new.
Cassie turned slightly to look at him. "Did you just—"
"Go back to sleep, Cassiopeia."
Cassie grinned like an idiot.
Because DamianWayne—Gotham’s most emotionally unavailable menace—was now casually kissing her shoulders like it was normal.
Which, apparently, it was.
Because not even two seconds later, he did it again.
Cassie sighed dramatically. "You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?"
Damian smirked against her skin. "I could if I wanted to."
Cassie rolled over, facing him fully now. "Oh yeah? Then why haven’t you?"
His green eyes softened slightly, fingers absently tracing circles along her waist.
"Because I prefer you like this."
Cassie blinked.
Her heart was doing weird things.
"Like what?" she asked, quieter now.
Damian brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
"Here. With me."
Cassie swore she melted right then and there.
Damian Wayne was dangerous, but not for the reasons everyone thought.
Not because he was deadly, trained, and sharp-edged.
But because he could say four words and make her fall harder than she already had.
Cassie sighed, snuggling closer to him.
"Fine. But if I stay here, you owe me breakfast."
Damian raised an eyebrow. "Tt. That is an easy request."
Cassie smirked. "Then get cooking, Wayne."
Damian exhaled sharply.
But he didn’t let go.
And Cassie?
She didn’t really want him to.