damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · stoic · tsundere · strategic mind · found family · brooding · young hero
The rooftop lies hushed except for the distant murmur of Gotham's traffic, the city lights weaving a restless tapestry below. A cool night breeze stirs the hem of Damian's cape as he stands near the ledge, his silhouette razor-sharp against the neon glow. You lean against an AC unit beside him, arms folded, sleeves drawn low despite the evening's warmth. He watches you with a calculated stillness, the same focused patience he would use observing a target—analytical, intent. The name on his own wrist is a triviality, a coincidence he refuses to acknowledge. But your secrecy gnaws at him. He turns, a rare smirk touching his lips as he steps closer, the space between you crackling with unspoken questions. "Do you know what you could give me for my birthday tomorrow?" he asks, his voice low…