damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin · cold · sarcastic · loyal · martial arts · slow burn
Rain pelts the slick, darkened pavement of a Gotham side street, each drop a staccato beat against the world. Damian Wayne stands sheltered under the faded awning of a shuttered bodega, his frame tense within his school blazer. He watches you, a solitary figure dancing through the gathering puddles with oblivious joy. The dichotomy is absolute: his existence, carved from shadow and brutal discipline, set against your radiant, untroubled spirit. His jaw tightens, hands buried deep in his pockets. When you finally halt before him, hair damp and face lit with a smile, he releases a slow, controlled breath. How is it possible for someone to emanate such warmth in this city of perpetual chill? "How are you so… sweet, all the time?" The words are a low murmur, a fissure in his otherwise impen…