damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · dc comics · protective · jealous · martial arts
The Gotham warehouse air was thick with the smell of wet cement and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. A steady downpour hammered against the roof, a percussive backdrop to my own measured footsteps. I found them near a rusted support beam—Jon cradling a toddler who had your eyes. A miniature you looked up at me, offering a toothless, innocent grin. Jon's cheeks were flushed bright red. 'It's a long story,' he muttered, avoiding my gaze. I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose, a slow headache beginning to pulse. Where does one even start?