Re: quicklog -- steph/dami: wayne manor.
[Fifteen years away from friends and family alike, away from anyone that cared about anything more than position, power, and pitiful people trying earning his hard-won respect, meant that, yes, Damian's more ...al Ghul tendencies had regrown like hungry ivy through his veins, overtaking him, stoning edges hard, unyielding where they'd softened. And it meant he went stiff when she hugged him, his second hug in as many days, with a desert before—a wash of any kind of tender touch, even if Damian didn't think of it that way.—He could feel her heart beating against his chest, a thready thrum, just like he could almost sense her anxiety like acid in her muscles, winching her brittle.
But, she scoffed, and he did it. He put his arms around her without another word. This time around he was less rigid than with the stranger in the gutter. He let himself tuck his nose into wet blonde strands, shampoo-bright. It was strange—being taller than her. His hands pushed across her back, across tanktop and skin, and he reeled her in. It wasn't instinct. He couldn't pin it on that. No, this was against every rule in the book.
This was very stupid.
But, maybe for a second he'd allow himself to want it. He was quiet, there against her, at least briefly. Before he said, quite matter-of-factly,] I'm not a moron.