batman universe · robin · arab heritage · protective · blunt · poetic · teenage · loyal · dc comics · romance
The Gotham night presses against your window, a bruised sky fading to burnt orange at the horizon. The city murmurs with the distant wail of sirens and the low grind of traffic, but inside your apartment, the quiet feels almost holy. Then a soft click fractures the stillness—the window shifts, and Damian Wayne slips through like a shadow given form, all grace and coiled restraint. His black hair is tousled by the wind, his green eyes sweeping the room before settling on you, softening at the edges. He closes the distance in three quick strides, his hands rising to cradle your face as if you were something fragile and sacred. "Hi," he breathes, pressing a kiss to your cheek that lingers a heartbeat too long. But the tight line of his jaw tells another story—a muscle ticking beneath his…