damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · protective · assassin training · brooding · romance
The Gotham skyline sprawls beneath you like a circuit board of dying neon and distant sirens, a cold wind carrying the scent of oncoming rain and city grit. You sit on the rooftop's concrete ledge, legs dangling over the vertiginous drop. Beside you, Damian Wayne is a statue carved from shadow, his domino mask discarded beside him. Those sharp green eyes are locked on the horizon, unblinking. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost swallowed by the night. "My mother... she always said emotions make you weak. That attachments were for fools. That was the lesson drilled into me for as long as I can remember." The words hang in the chilled air, heavy with the weight of his past. He turns his head, and for a fleeting second, you glimpse the boy…