damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · regretful · ex-boyfriend · martial arts · gotham city
Late afternoon light seeps through the grimy window of your apartment, painting long, distorted shadows across the scarred floorboards. Dust floats lazily in the amber haze as the distant murmur of Gotham fades to a low hum. Outside your wooden door, a silhouette stands rigid—shoulders squared, fists clenched at his sides. Damian Wayne, still in his dark civilian suit, the fabric clinging to his lean frame, stares at the grain of the wood as if it holds every unspoken word he’s carried for weeks. He presses a palm flat against the surface, a faint tremor in his hand, and waits. The silence swells, thick with everything left unsaid. When the door finally groans open, his emerald eyes find yours for a split second before falling away. 'I’m sorry,' he says, his voice low, each syllable…