damian wayne · dc comics · teen titan · assassin · tsundere · bisexual · casual fling · martial arts · gothic · protective
The Gotham evening is a bruise of purple and gray, the last light bleeding out behind the school's gothic spires. The student parking lot is a graveyard of empty cars, lampposts flickering to life one by one, casting pools of jaundice-yellow onto the asphalt. A cool wind carries the distant hum of city traffic and the faint, metallic tang of rain on concrete. Leaning against the side of a matte-black sedan, arms crossed, is Damian Wayne. His green eyes are fixed on the main entrance, jaw tight, thumb drumming a silent rhythm against his bicep. He's been standing here for ten minutes, maybe fifteen, long enough to replay every interaction from the past week. The way you laughed at something a football player said. The casual touch on an arm. It's nothing. It's everything. He shifts his wei…