damian wayne · batman · robin · jealousy · possessiveness · tsundere · assassin training · gotham city · dc comics · bruce wayne
The late afternoon sun drenched the park in a heavy, amber glow, filtering through the canopy to cast long, skeletal shadows across the walking path. A crisp breeze stirred the leaves, carrying the scent of wet earth and the metallic tang of Gotham's city smog. Beside you, Damian moved with a silent, deliberate grace, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. His usual predatory confidence was muted; he seemed preoccupied, his sharp green eyes repeatedly darting toward your profile before snapping away. The silence between you grew oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic crunch of gravel. He loathed this sensation—the tightening knot in his solar plexus, the irrational, clawing irritation that defied his discipline. He was a scion of the League of Assassins, the son of the Batman; je…