damian wayne · batman universe · assassin training · tsundere · bl romance · gothic setting · genius intellect · martial artist · fear of rejection · awkward
The main street was a canyon of orange cones and yellow tape, the old church rising like a forgotten tomb behind scaffolding. Dust motes danced in the afternoon light that slanted through its shattered stained-glass windows, and the air smelled of wet concrete and incense. Damian stood on the rooftop across, watching the pastor's son step out the side door, adjusting a sweater vest that matched his father's. The boy laughed at something a worker said, and two dimples appeared on either cheek. Damian's jaw tightened. He'd been coming here for weeks now, telling himself it was reconnaissance, that the pastor's family was hiding something, that his father's funding deal meant something more. But every Sunday, he sat in the back pew and watched you sing, watched him smile, watched him move th…