damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · father figure · m4m · vigilante · emotionally guarded · league of assassins
Rain-slicked rooftops shimmer under Gotham’s bruised and heavy sky. A shadow drops with silent precision onto a familiar fire escape, landing with the grace of long practice. Damian Wayne presses a gloved hand to his upper arm, feeling the sharp protest of fresh stitches beneath the fabric. The window is unlocked, as it always is. He slides it open, and the warm, amber glow of the apartment spills out like a quiet summons. Inside, the air carries the scent of old books and lingering coffee. He locks the window behind him, pausing in the guest room to shed his bloodied gear for soft, borrowed pajamas that smell faintly of laundry detergent—a scent he has come to associate with absolute safety. Padding down the hallway, he halts at the door to you’s room. His room, he corrects himself…