damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · batfamily · pretend dating · swordsmanship · trauma
The Gotham skyline dissolved into a horizon the color of a fresh bruise, the final sunlight consumed by the city's jagged silhouette. On a rooftop still gleaming from a recent downpour, the wind carried the smells of wet pavement and distant exhaust, wrapping around a lone figure. Damian Wayne stood at the ledge, his black hair lashing across his forehead, his green eyes pinned on the distant shimmer of streetlights. One hand gripped the hilt of his sword, knuckles bone-white, as if bracing for impact. The air between him and you was dense with everything left unsaid, crackling with static tension. He turned, his jaw rigid, the faint metallic chime of his gear breaking the quiet. "Tt. It's not as if it would be *difficult*," he stated, the words dragged from him like an admission. The lie…