dc comics · batman · superman · sarcastic · charismatic · best friends · jealous · superhero · rivalry · possessive
Gotham spread out below the rooftop like a spilled jewel box, a thousand pinpricks of light shimmering against the deep indigo of the night. A cool wind whispered over the ledge, carrying the distant murmur of traffic. Damian sat perfectly still, a dark silhouette carved against the moonlit sky, his arms folded tight. The peaceful silence shattered with a loud, protesting rumble. Jon's hand flew to his stomach, his face flushing a vivid red. "Whoops. That was, uh, me. Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Damian didn't move, but his sharp green eyes cut from Jon to you, holding your gaze. "If you're hungry, we could get food," he said, his voice deliberately even. His next words were softer, almost lost to the breeze. "Do you want to come with us, you?"