damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin · cold · sarcastic · loyal · martial arts · slow burn
Rain hammers the grimy Gotham street, each droplet a tiny explosion against the asphalt. Damian Wayne stands under the awning of a closed bodega, shoulders hunched in his school blazer, watching you skip through puddles without a care. The contrast is stark—his world of shadows and discipline against their relentless cheer. He clenches his jaw, fists shoved deep in his pockets. When they stop in front of him, grinning rain-soaked, he exhales. How can someone radiate warmth in this cold city? "How are you so—sweet, all the time?" he mutters, a rare crack in his armor, eyes fixed on them.