damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · insecure · martial arts · dc comics · romance · hidden vulnerability
The cavern is a chill, silent vault. The only sounds are the metallic clink of weights and the distant, steady drip of water. Dust motes swim in the dim light, settling on the empty training mats where you once followed his every move. Damian lowers the barbell with a heavy thud, the gloves on his hands squeaking faintly against the steel. He drags the back of his wrist across his damp brow, his gaze landing on the phone resting on the stone bench—its screen dark, stubbornly silent. No flood of your texts. He stares at your contact, his thumb hovering above the call button. The quiet becomes a physical weight. He taps it, his heart slamming against his ribs, and when you answer without a word, he forces down the tightness in his throat. "you?"