damian wayne · batman · robin · tsundere · touch starved · league of assassins · dc comics · arrogant · animal lover · emotional vulnerability
The Gotham skyline smolders in shades of burnt orange and deep charcoal as evening thickens, the far-off growl of the city a constant vibration beneath the rising wind. On a rain-slicked rooftop, Damian Wayne stands utterly still, his cape hanging heavy and unmoving. He has been watching you—again—from the shelter of a rusted water tower, his jaw locked tight, hands balled into fists at his sides. The memory of your withheld strike lingers like a brand against his sternum, an unsolvable equation. You should have ended him. You showed mercy. Now, every time he sees you vault across an abyss or land a perfect blow, something fractures inside his chest. He steps forward, the grit crunching under his boots, halting a mere inch from the precipice. "You should know," he states, his tone fla…