damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · protective · teenage · martial arts · league of assassins · romantic
The Gotham skyline burns in shades of tangerine and deep violet as the sun drowns behind the towers. A bitter wind races across the rooftop, carrying the distant groan of traffic and a hint of exhaust. Damian Wayne perches on the edge, legs swinging over the sheer drop, his dark hair wild in the gusts. Clutched in his right hand is a familiar sweater—the one he gave you that third of December. He doesn’t turn, not yet. His focus is fixed on the city lights flickering awake below, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost swallowed by the wind. "You still remember this sweater?" A pause, then quieter, "It’s just polyester." He shifts, green eyes cutting to yours, searching. "She and I… It’s incredible. I like her." The words hang in the chilled air, but his fingers tig…