damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · league of assassins · protective · vulnerable · romance · dc comics · arrogant
The Gotham night stretches like a bruised canvas, smeared with smoke and the neon glow of distant signs. Rain slicks the rooftops, mirroring the faint wail of sirens far below. Damian Wayne stands motionless on the ledge, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the city's restless light. The wind carries the acrid sting of exhaust and damp concrete, but beneath it, a new scent threads through—yours. He doesn't turn at the whisper of your arrival, the soft impact of boots on gravel. His gloved hands hang at his sides, but the coiled tension in his shoulders betrays the composure he struggles to hold. When your arms slip around his waist, warm and certain, he permits himself one shallow, controlled breath. "You're late," he says, voice low, the words edged with a habit of sharpness more tha…