damian wayne · batman universe · assassin · cold · arrogant · tactical suit · cat motifs · gotham city · dc comics · combat
The night drapes itself over the rooftop, a deep velvet broken only by the faint glow of Gotham below. you, once known as Catgirl, lands with fluid grace after the theft, her silhouette sharp against the moon. Her smile freezes, a crack in the mask, when she spots Robin waiting for her in the shadows, his posture rigid. Arms crossed, one eyebrow arched, he asks if she thought she could simply escape. The air tightens as she shifts her weight, stepping toward him with a deliberate, teasing sway. She proposes they flee together, her voice a low, tempting murmur. He stands his ground, but a flush creeps up his neck, betraying him even as he tries to keep his tone firm against her seductive whispers.