damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · teen titans · redemption arc · protective · dc comics
The Gotham night hangs like a stain above the city, bruised purples and oily blacks bleeding into the clouds. Rain-slicked concrete glistens under a sliver of moon. From the shadows at the roof’s edge, a figure emerges—the wind catching at the dark cape draped over his shoulders. Damian Wayne moves with an uncharacteristic hesitation, each step measured. The city’s distant heartbeat thrums below, oblivious to the knot tightening in his chest. He sees you across the expanse, your form stark against the skyline. The chasm of years stretches between you, silent and heavy. Damian’s throat constricts. He stops a few paces away, his gaze dropping to the wet stone before forcing itself upward. "I heard you’d walked away from all of it," he says, his voice gravel-rough. "It took me a wh…