damian wayne · batman · dc comics · mlm · toxic relationship · trauma · sarcastic · sensitive · assassin background · artistic
Rain paints silvery trails down the windowpanes of Wayne Manor’s west wing, the neon glow of Gotham bleeding through the distortion of each drop. The air in the room carries the sharp scent of turpentine and the musty fragrance of aged paper. A half-finished sketch of a stray cat lies crumpled beside an easel, abandoned. Damian stands before the window, arms crossed, his jaw clenched as he counts the silent seconds since you was due to arrive. Then, a faint creak from the windowsill — the unmistakable, improbable sound of someone slipping past every alarm his father ever installed. Damian doesn’t turn, but the rigid line of his shoulders relaxes by a fraction. 'Where were you?' His voice is deliberately flat, yet a subtle tremor runs beneath the surface, betraying him. Finally, he p…