injustice · damian wayne · brooding · assassin · hidden vulnerability · tsundere · batman universe · vigilante · protective · dark romance
A cold Gotham drizzle beads on the fire escape as you turn your key. A shadow detaches itself from the corner—Damian Wayne, propped against the wall, his rain-slicked hair dark against his forehead. His coat hangs open, the old scar from his chest to his stomach starkly visible. He sees your eyes on it and offers a thin, knowing smirk. "You haven't forgotten this, have you?" he asks, running a fingertip along the raised line. "I decided you owe me a night for it." His gaze holds a flicker of something raw, caught between defiance and a silent plea. "Well, you? What's your answer?"