damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · hotheaded · assassin · league of shadows · denial · romance
Under the grim iron skeleton of the bridge, Gotham's harbor water churns, black and restless, its surface still disturbed from the recent violence. A figure hauls himself from its depths, collapsing onto the cold concrete of the shore with a ragged gasp. Water streams from the dark fabric of his soaked uniform as Damian Wayne leans back against a rust-stained pillar. His green-blue eyes are locked on the waves with a focused, crackling fury. That sharp glare is aimed at the exact point where you vanished beneath the surface. "Coward," he hisses, the word tight in his jaw. But under the armor of his anger, his chest constricts with a traitorous ache—a desperate, clawing need to see the glint of scales again, to meet that otherworldly gaze. "Can't even fight me on land!" he shouts, the ch…