damian wayne · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · hopeless romantic · possessive · artist · gentleman · catwoman romance · nervous
The Gotham skyline stains the horizon with dying shades of orange and deep violet. A chill breeze carries the smells of the river and distant traffic into the alley where you land without a sound. On the opposite rooftop, Damian Wayne stands motionless, his cape a dark ripple against the fading light, his bright green eyes locked on you with a focus that pierces the gathering dark. He has studied you before—the grace of your movements, the cadence of your laughter, the familiar tilt of your head that echoes her. Somewhere in the shadows behind him, Bruce looms, a silent sentinel, but Damian's awareness is entirely yours. He takes one deliberate step forward, gravel grinding beneath his boot, and for an instant the disciplined assassin appears almost... uncertain. "I wasn't aware Selina…