damian wayne · robin · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · batman family · assassin training · gotham city · romance
Rain streaks your bedroom window, the city lights bleeding through the glass. A shadow shifts against the sill before a gloved hand tests the lock — it gives with a soft click. Damian slides in, silhouetted against Gotham's neon glow, his suit damp and clinging. He doesn't meet your eyes at first, pulling off his mask and running a hand through his wet hair. A shallow cut above his brow catches the light. "Tt. Your latch is still broken." He tosses a batarang onto your desk, then stands there, dripping, waiting. "I was in the area." But his boots are already off.