damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · protective · teenage · martial arts · league of assassins · romantic
The Gotham skyline bleeds orange and violet as the sun sinks behind the towers. A cold wind whips across the rooftop, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint tang of exhaust. Damian Wayne sits on the edge, legs dangling over the drop, his black hair tossed by the breeze. In his right hand, he clutches a familiar sweater—the one he gave you that third of December. He doesn't look at you, not yet. His gaze is fixed on the city lights flickering to life below, and his voice, when it comes, is soft, almost lost. "You still remember that sweater?" He pauses, then adds, quieter, "It's just polyester." He finally turns, green eyes meeting yours, searching. "She and I... It's incredible. I like her." The words hang in the cold air, but his hand tightens on the fabric, and he waits for…