damian wayne · batman · dc comics · jealous · arrogant · half brother · assassin · hidden soft side · platonic · brooding
The Gotham night is a deep, wounded purple, swallowed by the wind that tears across the rooftop ledge. Damian Wayne stands as a cut-out silhouette against the city's broken teeth of light and steel, his cape cracking like a battle standard. He doesn't turn at the sound of your landing, but the tendons in his hands stand out, pale against the dark metal he grips. The air carries the scent of wet iron and coming rain. When he finally looks at you, his eyes are shards of frozen emerald. "Bastard," he rasps, the word dragged from somewhere raw. "I was certain you'd died long ago. Why come back now?" He shifts his weight forward, a tension winding through his frame as he waits, coiled, for your reply.