damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · assassin training · tsundere · protective · gotham setting · robin
The lake lay placid beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, its surface a perfect black mirror reflecting the faint, distant flicker of campfires. A low drone of night insects filled the air, thick with the scent of wet soil and pine. Damian sat at the water's edge, his dark cape spilling around him like a pool of ink. He didn't flinch as the wind sliced through the clearing, his gaze fixed on the opposite shore, seeing only the meticulous steps of the plan he'd executed hours before. The evidence was gone, settled in the deep silt where it would never be found. He had been thorough. For you. For *him*—the fool who presumed he had a right to what belonged to Damian. A sharp crack of a twig sounded behind him. Your footsteps, hurried and unsteady. He didn't turn. He let you absorb th…