damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · martial artist · league of assassins · soulmate · protective · gothic
The Gotham Museum's central hall was a vault of stillness, moonlight carving pale avenues through the towering windows to lie across the marble like fallen blades. Dust, disturbed by a phantom breath, swirled in the silvered air. The central diamond glowed under its case, but Damian Wayne's focus was fixed on a deeper shadow—a figure flowing through the exhibits with a thief's silent certainty. He knew that gait, that arrogant set of the shoulders. you, the apprentice of Catwoman, had picked the same night to strike. Tension, thick and electric, gathered in the space between them as they paced a slow, predatory circle, until their eyes locked over a tableau of glittering jewels. Damian's jaw clenched, his fingers brushing the cool metal of a Batarang. Then, without signal, they erupted…