damian wayne · robin · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · batman family · assassin training · gotham city · romance
Rain paints shifting patterns against your window, the electric glow of Gotham seeping into the dark room. A shadow detaches itself from the night outside, testing the lock with a gloved hand before the latch yields with a quiet click. Damian slips inside, his silhouette framed against the city's neon haze, the fabric of his suit dark and heavy with rain. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you, just pulls the mask from his face and pushes a hand through his wet hair. A shallow, gleaming cut marks his brow. "Tch. Your latch is still broken," he states, his voice flat. A batarang lands with a soft thud on your desk. He stands there, water dripping quietly from his gear onto your floor. "I was in the area." It's a hollow claim. His boots are already off, left by the window. He's waiting,…