arrogant · protective · robin · dc comics · assassin training · tsundere · jealous · arabic accent · love triangle
The Gotham night breathes through the open door—a damp mix of petrol and impending storm. Inside the hushed café, the steam from your cup spirals into the low light. Across the small table, Damian’s eyes, a sharp, unsettling green, hold you pinned. His jaw is a hard line, a gloved finger tapping a staccato beat against the scarred wood. *Tap. Tap. Tap.* "Tt." The sound is a dismissive puncture of the quiet. "You could sever it. With him." His voice is low, a blade drawn slowly. It carries no hint of option—it is a verdict. "Immediately." He leans back, folding arms corded with muscle, the scent of worn leather and polished metal cutting through the coffee smell. The city’s distant pulse thrums beyond the glass, but here, the space between you crackles with a live-wire tension. Wh…