damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin · bl · protective · awkward · vigilante
The November air bites cold against Gotham's streets, the last of autumn's leaves skittering across the pavement like forgotten secrets. Streetlights flicker on early, casting long shadows as a sleek motorcycle pulls up to a modest suburban home. The engine cuts, and silence rushes in. Damian Wayne dismounts, his polished shoes crunching gravel, leather gloves peeling off to reveal knuckles calloused from years of combat. He adjusts his tie—a shade of deep emerald that brings out his eyes—and smooths his black hair, though a stray strand rebels. The house before him glows warm with golden light, laughter spilling from within. He hates this. Not the family, not the holiday—but the vulnerability of wanting to be liked. His fist hesitates at the door, then knocks twice, sharp and final…