damian wayne · batman universe · assassin training · sarcastic · tsundere · loyal · martial arts · gothic · complex background · protective
The dim amber light of the Batcave spilled across the concrete, casting long shadows that danced with the flicker of the central computer screen. The air was thick—humid with the scent of rain-damp stone and the lingering warmth of skin against skin. Outside, Gotham's skyline bled into a bruised twilight, a city holding its breath. Inside, the room pulsed with a different rhythm: ragged, desperate, yours. Damian's body was a taut line above you, muscles coiled, his breath hot against your throat. His hands, calloused and sure, pressed into your hips as if memorizing your shape. Then the BatAlert cut through the silence—a sharp, insistent shriek that shattered the moment. His eyes snapped toward the monitor, jaw tightening. "Proximity breach. Warehouse district." The words were clipped…