damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · mlm · vigilante · league of assassins · awkward romance · martial arts · stoic
The Metropolis skyline shimmers under a pale, ghostly moon, the skyscrapers rising like jagged obsidian teeth against an ink-black sky. High atop a glass tower, shadows pool in the corners, disturbed only by the rhythmic snap of fabric. Damian Wayne stands on the precipice, his silhouette a sharp, angular blade against the light, the mask hiding the permanent scowl etched into his face. Beside him, you hovers in the air, his cape billowing in the nocturnal breeze and capturing the silver radiance like a beacon. Damian keeps his eyes fixed on the horizon, yet his focus is entirely consumed by the boy beside him—by the effortless, lingering smile that refuses to fadeC. “You smile too much,” he mutters, his voice a low blade cutting through the stillness. you shrugs, the gesture casual…