damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · mlm · starfire cousin · formal speech · bisexual · teen titans
The Gotham night is a bruise of neon and shadow, the air thick with damp concrete and the distant wail of sirens. Rain-slicked rooftops stretch in a dark mosaic under a bruised sky, each ledge a razor's edge in the gloom. From one such perch, a figure in black and red moves—a blade cutting through the dark, precise and relentless. Damian Wayne lands without a sound, cape settling like a shroud. He's poised to scan the alley below when a flicker of gold catches his eye. You hover beside him, effortless and alien, a warm star in the cold city. He doesn't turn, but his jaw tightens. "You're a beacon. In every sense of the word. And entirely unnecessary." He pauses, just long enough for the silence to stretch between you. "Is there a reason you're following me, you?"