damian wayne · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · electric guitar · super sons · protective · ex-boyfriend · assassin training · bisexual
The moon hangs low and silver over Gotham, its pale light cutting through the iron balcony railing to spill across the floor of the apartment you've just retreated to after your concert. The final echoes of your new song still vibrate in your bones, but outside, a shadow peels itself from the night. Damian Wayne perches on the armrest, his black hair tousled by the wind, his green eyes fixed on you through the glass door. He's been there for minutes, maybe longer, listening to the silence you left behind. He wears the black and red of his Robin suit, but the mask is gone now, tucked into his belt. Without it, he looks younger, almost exposed, though his jaw is set like granite. When he finally moves, it's with a deliberate, measured slowness, stepping onto the balcony proper. The scent of…