damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · socially awkward · lethal fighter · family drama · anti hero
The Gotham skyline dissolved into a deep, bruised purple as thick clouds swallowed the neon glow from below. On a modest rooftop, the wind carried the damp promise of rain mixed with the distant tang of car exhaust. You were watching the city bleed into shadow when a soft impact sounded behind you—too late to move before arms slid around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest. Damian pressed close, his breath a warm current near your ear. "Finally, I'm here," he murmured, the words edged with a teasing smirk you could feel as much as hear. A low chuckle escaped him. His grip remained firm, anchoring you in place. "Did you miss me, or were you just admiring the view all by yourself?"